‘You did a good job out there today, Frankie,’ he said. ‘Thanks, Greg,’ Frankie replied, blushing. ‘Are…are you really planning to be a po...ice officer?’ Kay asked Frankie after Greg left. ‘You said you were thinking about it.’ Frankie shrugged. ‘I don’t know, I was thinking about it,’ he said. ‘I think it would be a great job. But I’m not going to decide for a while, maybe not until after I graduate from college.’ ‘I think you’ll make a good police officer,’ Kay said. ‘I think I’m going to take. Tongue on scalp, slit sliding on stubble, it’s fucking magic! I fucking love her. And we’ve made love more often than rabbits in the spring. But we both had the hots for Harriet. You know her? A femme from the Cat’s Cradle who used to live with Sylvia?” “I know Sylvia. She’s as butch as a motor mechanic can be. But Harriet…? No, it doesn’t ring a bell.” “Well, Harriet thought of herself as strictly a one-woman woman. But when Sylvia started to play the field, we could see that Harriet didn’t. She is now involved in our local community with a growing circle of acquaintances and her special and sexually active inner circle of close friends (please see an earlier story – Three Friends). We now sit in the den at night in front of a roaring fire as she regales me about her sexual exploits. Ali is an excellent story teller and spares no details. She knows I am confident in our relationship and our love. I trust her completely. A Jamaican fellow and his sister opened a lingerie shop in a. Groaning, Kahlia held onto him as he rocked inside her in slow, shallow thrusts that tempted but never delivered. Minutes later, she lay on her back clawing at the sheets and attempting to force him deeper with her ankles locked around his back. “Faster!” “I’m the one who came all this way to find you,” he reminded her. “I get to do whatever I like. Right now, I want to take you slow and easy.” Whimpering, she attempted to reach her hand between them but he snatched it and pinned it above her.