."Marcia had a sudden intuition of what Phoebe was trying to say but shegave the girl a chance to say it in her own way, to finish in her owntime. She...was having trouble finding the way, but it seemed importantthat she do so."I'm not even sure that I like...boys." It's okay," Marcia said.Phoebe shrugged. "I know it's okay. But I don't think it would be okaywith mom. Oh she's for gay rights and all that. She's worked on AIDSprevention programs and volunteered at the clinic and she signs. ’ She pleaded him, not meeting his eyes. ‘Please, just touch me.’ ‘But weren’t you teasing yourself?’ He questioned. ‘Jasper, please!’ She begged. ‘Please I need you!’ He locked eyes with her as he kissed up her pussy, then flicked his tongue over her clit. She gasped at the new sensation. He closed his lips around her engorged little bud and started to suck on it. She squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her mouth down, trying to stay quiet. He kept looking up at her face as he pleasured her. " Sorry, sir, just doin' my job," the guard said."What's your name!" I demanded.He blanched. "Grant, sir." I'm gonna have you fired for this!" Sir, I'm just obeyin' Texas law, sir. I ain't done nothin' wrong. The union'll support me."Chris leaned in. "Judge's faxing over a release order. He's going to release her into your custody, but she'll have to appear in court later today to get this matter attended to." Good, good," I nodded. "I'll see that she's there." I fixed my gaze on the guard.. ”“I’d just like tea, as usual, please.” I looked at Lisette, “Feel free to have whatever you fancy,” I told her.She raised her eyebrows and smirked, but didn’t pick up on the opening. “I think I’d like a cup of coffee, if that’s possible.”“No problem,” Sally smiled. “Latte, black, cappuccino?” She went to a cupboard and extracted the rarely used espresso maker.“Cappuccino? Really? That would be perfect!” She hesitated, and went on, “Can I help? Clear the table? Fill the dishwasher?”Sally smiled.