No response. “Oh great, now I’ve done it”, I thought. I prepared myself for a lecture on chastity or how he only wanted friendship. Instead, I h...ard movement and could just make out his form sitting on the edge of the bed in the moonlight. After a few seconds that seemed like hours, he let out a long sigh and moved across the room to kneel beside my bed. I didn’t think, didn’t speak. I took his head in my hands. His head was down, but I pulled his chin up and forced his mouth to my lips. We. "Yeah yeah. I'm excited. This season is going nowhere without him." He kept on talking but all I could think was, 'I come here to do something about my arms, man. Not talk with dudes.' "Yeah. We'll see, we'll see." "Alright," the guy said as he wandered off. I put my earbuds back in. Yeah... John Sykes was a fucking good guitar player. I'm gettin' tired and I'm thinking maybe now it's time to stretch but I saw her. I call her Katrina even though I don't know her name. She could be. " I am, a little, but at least you're up front with me unlike my busy husband."I nodded. "Martine's not going anywhere," I said, "but keep an eye on her while I help Diana with the door."Once Diana and I had brought the heavy metal door to the doorway, she shooed me away."Penny needs some more of your magic," she said with a wink. I did as commanded.When I returned, Martine talked, her words slurred. "Now rip off my panties," she said.I hadn't heard the order to roll up her skirt, but figured. "Yes, baby. Mommy's sure. Did you know who I was tonight?" He shook his head. I was flattered; he'd never known who I was, not until right now. I lifted his chin up, drew his eyes into mine, and said "But you liked the way HowMayIPleaseU looked in her profile pictures, didn't you? And the way she sounded? Did it remind me of me, baby? Did it remind you of your real mommy?" Yes," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I thought ... I thought, since I'd never be ale to have you, to have this, that.