“Yes it is,” I replied, gently running my fingers closer to his crotch.John grabbed my hand and held on to it.“I’m not sure,” he began, hold...ng on to my hand, “If we should do this.”“I am,” I replied.John looked at me. I could tell he was just as confused as I was.“Look,” I said, pulling on the tie to my robe, allowing it to open up. “We both have needs. We can’t deny it or them.”My boobs were now totally exposed. My nipples were strong and erect. I took in a deep breath and forcfeully. " Oh no mommy dear, you don't get the tape for fucking Tim. All you get is that Daddy doesn't see it. I intend to hold it over your head for a long, long time to come." Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Two reasons. One is that you have been a bitch to me ever since I turned thirteen and I'm getting back at you and the second reason is the money." The money? What money?" The day after you and your fuck toy tried your best to wake up the neighborhood I was shooting the shit with Tim, Ronnie,. There was no way around it now. With Harold’s death, the image of the autopsy was constantly swimming in my head. But time was a precious commodity. I had no time to paint.I took Melody, Lexi, Mom, and Dad to the airport Sunday morning at ten. They were headed to different gates, but it didn’t really matter since I couldn’t pass through security anyway. I wondered what it was like in the ‘old days’ when you could kiss your lover goodbye at the gate. Or like in Casablanca where you stood at the. Michelle laughed. ‘Neil will love it,’ I said as I touched the heavy stud. Michelle wrapped it back and said, ‘I will remind you at seven then. Please don’t make me kill you.’ ‘I will try,’ I said. When she left I pondered again that something felt amiss but I couldn’t really point it out. I went back to work. At seven Michelle reminded me and I hurried off to home. I showered and put on casual jeans and a white shirt. I took the gift bag and drove off to Neil’s place. It was a full floor flat.