We really tied one on last night.” Jason changed and went to the shower. When he came back he got dressed and left. He said he had to run erran...s. WTF? He said nothing about the sex. How could he not say a thing? I started to doubt myself. Had it really happened? Did I dream it. I thinking about it all day. Jason was gone all day. That evening he showed up and went straight to his desk playing on his computer. Finally, after an hour or so he turned around and asked if I liked last night.. ”“Inside, you want me to go inside that dark, sticky wet hole?”“Yes, and please hurry up.”"Oh yes, and can you go in thinner side first, please. I only have a small vagina, and it’s a little tight until you have stretched me. We can get all of you in later, you know, right when I need you most, just before my orgasm."“Bloody hell, it’s a bit smelly down there.”"No, it is not." Yes, it is." Look that is just the pheromones I make when aroused. It is supposed to attract a mate."“Attract a mate?. ”“Oh, I understand. Totally.”“Plus, if you go anywhere near Folsom, Ash will find out.”“Well, I want to see Ash anyway. On a related matter.”“Which is?”When I told him about my Charles and David Meriwether idea, Clint laughed out loud. I wonder if he does that with all of his squeezes. Better not.The first time I saw Martin Folsom in person he was playing vicious tennis on one of the outdoor courts at the Rock Creek Park Tennis Center. I later learned that his opponent was one of the public. Traffic slowed to a crawl. There seemed to be an unlimited number of accidents, certainly more than there were cops to cover anyway, but they were mostly at low speed and, for the first time since I'd joined the force, no immediate fatalities.The snows had stopped late on the twenty-sixth and not started again until today, New Year's Eve. Whatever blessing we were given by a slow Christmas dried up. The combination of cabin fever and a holiday whose main focus was drinking without even a nod to.