” “You don’t need me to do that,” I said softly. “But, I choose you,” she matched my tone. “I’m conveniently located,” I joked with ...er. It pissed her off. “You think it means that little to me?” her eyes flared and flashed. “If it was just a matter of fucking somebody, I could hook up with Stan.” “The jerk from this afternoon?” “Yeah. Honestly, Eric. I can’t figure out what you’re trying to do with this? Don’t you want to make love with me?” I leaned back in my chair and looked at her. “You. Ummmmm, I'm slippery as shit."R: "Eeew! You're disgusting. Want me to call back?"L: "No! Let's keep talking." (Sound fades out momentarily.)L: "I know! We'll talk and as I get close I tell you what's going on. Just like phone sex! Okay?"R: "Okay."L: "Tell me more about your cousins."R: "Not much to tell. I haven't seen 'em for a while. Brenda's kinda nice, but I don't know that I'd move on her, ya know?"L: "Yeah, ohhhh yeah.R: "Getting close?"L: "Naw, just feelin' pretty good, ya know?"R: "Oh. "Can't just have them standing there as some kind of tableau vivant. Don't want the dear girls catching their death of cold and it would soon become boring." said the Colonel. "A kind of dance routine would be a good idea - at least for Beatrice - lovely sinuous body - that girl! Maybe we could have a guy playing a flute or reed pipe or something - sort of snake charmer act with Beatrice as the deadly charmed serpent! That would be her taken care of. How would Julia fancy a bit of bondage -. This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between males, whether consensual or non-consensual. All characters in this story were dreamt up in the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to any actual people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Oh, and that should lead you to the fact that this is not real. But, just in case it doesn't, I will tell you. This is NOT real!! It is only fantasy. Please do not continue if this type of story offends you in anyway, or if it may.