. . .You know, give them boners I mean.” He made clear. He was becoming a fountain of information. Teasing his hard dick seemed to have loosened his...tongue a bit too.“Really? And how would you know that?” I asked curiously, looking up from his dick.“Well…They say stuff about you all the time...” He told me shyly.I was pleasantly shocked. Shocked and intrigued. My fingers rested on the tip of his dick and waited to see how this would play out.“Really?” I asked kinda flattered.I knew I shouldn’t. A stewardess flying to Australia, maybe? A model on the cover of Vogue? ‘Uh, Mrs. Dexter, could you come in the office for a minute,’ Dr. Everett’s voice interrupted her wildly, dizzily spinning thoughts. ‘Yes, of course, right away,’ Ann answered, reaching down to pick up the file folder. ‘No, you won’t need that,’ Mrs. Dexter,’ he said coldly, and then she knew she’d blown it! Without so much as a smile, he turned his back and disappeared into the wood-walled interior of her husband’s. He settled slowly onto the edge of the bed, and restrained the arm that came up with gun in hand."Easy, DiNozzo. Just me. Gibbs." Boss?" Tony sounded confused, sleepy.Sexy.Gibbs winced. He hadn't meant to think of Tony like that. "Yeah. Just..." He sighed. He hated this vulnerability. "Figured something out today and don't really want to be alone. Abbs is probably out clubbing and Duck lives too far away." What is it?" Tony sat up, bare shoulders painted silvery in the moonlight. He did like to. "Look, I don't know what kind of grudge you have against my husband, but I don't appreciate you coming into this house spreading vicious lies about him. I can only hope that you aren't part of this little scheme, Paul," she questioned.Billy handed her the photograph he earlier showed to Paul. As expected it got the same reaction."I do graphic designing for a living, young man, I know how easy it is to doctor a photograph," she stated with overzealous conviction."If that is the case, ma'am, then.