She wanted me to make love to her. It was finally happening. I would finally get to make love to my mother, the woman of my dreams. Not only that, she...had never been with another woman, and she wanted me to be her first. My mother wanted me to give her her first lesbian experience. I was overcome with joy. I hugged her to me, and kissed her. “I would be honored mom.” I said to her, then I kissed her again.For just a moment, our lips stayed closed, before we opened our mouths and deepened our. There were two small windows close to the ceiling for ventilation and guaranteed privacy. The Reverend closed the door behind us and locked it, explaining that he took that precaution against some parishioners who had actually walked in on him while he was getting dressed. He opened one of the closet doors where he kept shoes, socks, pants, a clerical shirt and a long black robe. He then stood in front of the mirror, sort of leaning against the stool. I moved in front of him, but hesitated. He. "Kind of a lot for two guys, don't you think?"He waved his hands around. "Oh, I expect things to change fairly quickly. We may need more than this soon."The first order of business was to get a really good producer. We interviewed several, and I'n no expert on producing, but I am pretty good at reading people, and didn't like any of them. We had flown to LA, a town I've never really liked. Eric found an up and comer with a really good record in several decent films as an associate producer. I. So Bobby had come here anyway, after Julie told him not to. Bobby, who was highly skilled in karate. And now Julie lay here on the floor, with blood stains from her wounds that Pete could see clearly on the side of her pale face."One more thing about him," said the paramedic soberly. "He's got a gun." He went on to briefly describe what he'd seen of the revolver, and how Bobby had hidden it behind his back before leaving.Pete nodded grimly, and to the paramedic's surprise, suddenly turned and.