She begged for it. She didn't care about the massage, she just wanted to eat my snatch.”“They won't believe you,” I said. “She'll just claim t...at we're lying to smear her and her fucking zombie church members will believe her.”“And there's my dad,” Stefani said, shaking her head. A man stepped up, older, tall, his hair dark. Mr. Armstrong had his own sign. He joined his wife. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “He'll never believe that my mother's a lesbian whore. I barely believe. "Yes. This is Mary,” I tease."My, what a deep voice you have," Wendy quips."All the better to please you with, My Dear,” I reply."And how exactly would you do that, Mister Big Bad Wolf?” she giggles.I’m evasive, but she insists I tell her what I mean, so I say the first thing that comes to mind."By showing you things you've never seen before." Oh, really! How do you know what I've seen, and what I haven't?" By the tone of your voice, My Dear," I tell her, winging it.Actually, there is something. .. the 'females can touch anywhere' rule, that is." Ian paused reflectively. "I'd love a bit o' that too," he whispered hopefully. "What do you say?"His request didn't register with Julie."Oh, that... that jerk! So that's why he wanted to do this so badly! It is all part of his plan! Son-of-a-bitch! Son-of-a-BITCH! " Julie roared. "Well, two can play that little game! That's what I say!"Julie suddenly spun Ian's head around and planted a massive kiss on his lips. Her tongue darted in and out of. Could he possibly be feeling as much passion and lust for me as I was for him? I really thought our cover was blown and we were about to be in big, big trouble. As fast as my fantasy dance was over he disappeared. I asked him "Can you meet me at my house for just a bit on the way to where ever you're going?" "I'm sorry I can't as I'm already late" he replied.I regret to this day not taking him to the nearest broom closet in that fancy private club or anywhere we could have been alone.