He smiles up at her. “I’m not worried about that,” he says. “I’m worried that I may you more...” he pauses and just stares at her.“More ...han Judy?” she prods.She just nailed it on the head. He shakes his head. “I’m worried I may like you more than I need to because you’re in a relationship with Judy and a lesbian. Well...”“Oh, I’m still a lesbian,” she says, cutting him short. “I just happen to like a stiff dick in me every once in a while. I’m not at all turned on by men. But I also know not. We’ll go to museums, galleries, concerts, art fairs, dance exhibitions in about ten European cities and then write essays about what we learned.”Taylor nodded. “I’m familiar with that program. Sounds like a valuable experience.”Lynette spoke up, “I’m curious, sir; how are the injured kids? Now that I know that they only meant to embarrass Tom, I may have a tiny bit of sympathy for them. Very, very tiny.”Taylor just grunted. “Well, the one boy has a broken shoulder, no, his collarbone actually,. I watched them intently. Becca was so sexy sucking his cock. I could see the slutty look in her eyes as she gazed up at him. I could tell she was enjoying this as much as he was. Mr. Sims was moaning, his eyes closed and head back. He had his hand on the back of her head with a few locks of her hair wrapped tightly around his hand. He was pushing her mouth slowly over his cock. With each in and out movement she took more of him into her mouth. Soon she was taking all of him in. He had to be 9. The cripples displayed their deformities for spare change. She found a café in the middle of a short block. The male patrons in the front sections fed on bread and an assortment of spicy meats. Curtains were drawn over the family section stocked with women and children. She indulged in a chicken kabob before meeting Khozem who had been saying prayers in the Kaa’bah.At home they read books, most of which were interpretations and commentaries on the Holy Scriptures. They lived in an apartment.