Bitches got it easy, man. They get horny and they can just start lickin’ on each other and shit. We do that and everybody would call us suspect.” ...��Yeah, but that would only be if people knew.” When I said that, he gave me a look. “Nah, I ain’t mean it like that. I’m just sayin’…” “Chill, Mario.” He laughed a little. “I know what you meant, man. But what you said is true though, nobody would know.” “What you sayin’?” “Nigga, I’m horny as fuck and so are you. I ain’t never did anything with. It was still empty because of the time of day and week. We sat down at a little corner table. When the barman came to our table she asked me what I would drink and I asked for a coffee. With that said she left me to go with the barman to the kitchen area behind the bar. After a few minutes she came back with two cups of what seemed to be coffee. The barman was nowhere to be seen, and except for us two the room was empty. It was a nice day and we were having a glorious conversation between two. Janey was slightly shaken by it, more by her response to the woman, than was Sally. Janey had yet to learn to simply enjoy the pleasure received from sexual stimulation, whether from a man or a woman.After things calmed down a bit, we went into a private showroom. Colors were discussed, and skin tones were matched against color charts. For being so similar in appearance to Sally, I was surprised to learn that different colors and stones brought out Janey's highlights. Janey favored rubies and. He'd looked up eidetic memory once. While that came close to describing the way his mind worked, he thought it only got a portion of what was going on in his weird head. It was best to keep people comfortable by doing the things that they expected of you, so he took notes. Comfortable people didn't haul you off and cut you open to see what made you tick.After thirty minutes of research, and a minute of staring at a blank Google search box, Scott logged off of the session and went to get his ID.