I filed some of the paperwork and flicked back through Florence’s personal details. I saw that she lived on the outskirts of town. I then concocted ... plan to perhaps visit Florence and Clementine and check up on them in the guise of seeing if the car was fine and they were happy with it and then seeing where things led with me and Florence. But I couldn’t do this straight away- that would perhaps seem too suspicious or overly eager on my part. I decided that I would wait a week. After a week, I. Except hurt, that is.”“Definitely.”“Good,” she said cheerfully. “Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s go close the windows and start the air conditioner. We can talk about signals on the way back to the house. I want a real shower, with real shampoo, and real soap.”I nodded enthusiastically, and we walked back into the house.***“I’ve been thinking about it,” Susan said after we’d gotten into her car for the short drive from Mr. Kestrel’s house to hers. “I don’t really need to tell you much. Fucking her was a just heavenly and I always loved women who have a curves.We were friends on Facebook for quite some time now we used to chat as and when we can. Finally after months of chatting we exchanged numbers and started chatting.I always considered her to be an innocent type of a person but little did I know that she was going to be my slut. Whom I used to my heart’s content.So one fine day we were chatting at night and I was telling how I enjoyed fucking my slutty gf even she started. I honestly have to run. I'm sorry. I'll see you tonight."I grabbed a cab and was dropped at the Ritz Carlton a couple of blocks away, making my way to the rendezvous from inside the park. The Grand Army Plaza, with all the horse and carriages begging for tourists was a great place for anonymity. The plain grey Ford pulled up and I hopped in the back. It was dusk, and the light was fading."Twenty minutes ago," Mark said. "Dan is with him, Jaime's on his way. Our resources have left the.