”“Oh, I’m still a lesbian,” she says, cutting him short. “I just happen to like a stiff dick in me every once in a while. I’m not at all t...rned on by men. But I also know not to turn down a big ass dick like yours when it comes my way.”“Why don’t I get to fuck you then?” he asks, liking the feel of her pussy.“You have,” she says. “But like I said, I don’t want Judy to know I fucked you. We’ll get to doing that tomorrow.”“Is that the reason for the shower?” he asks, perplexed that they even took. She didn't respond to any of them. What was there to say?It was three long, excruciating days of satying by a telephone, hoping against hope that he was going to get the call. In those three days every cup of instant ramen seemed cheaper, the apartment walls looked to be closing in on him, and his wallet felt constantly lighter. As the money and stability of an actual legitimate industry job were jerked farther and farther away Terry desired them more and more.In the meantime he tried to start. ‘And finally, the master suite.’ She led him into a large room with an en suite bathroom. The room was like her, elegant and tastefully appointed. Large sliding doors opened to a deck, and the king sized bed was surrounded by just enough furniture to make the place useful. He was impressed. ‘You have fabulous taste,’ he told her. When he turned toward her he saw that she was unbuttoning her silk blouse and smiling at him. He walked to her. ‘And you taste fabulous…’ he said quietly as his. " That's my name," he smiled, but not meanly.She coloured, but went on, "Um, might you like some company sometimes, when you're riding, I mean?"He nodded thoughtfully. "That might be fun." Good. I'm a student, so I have free time sometimes." She took a bite of flapjack. "This is good. Moreish." I like to make it."They finished the snack and David was tempted – very tempted – to offer her some lunch, but chickened out and offered her a ride home. Not having licensed the bike in his own name.