"Money."John counted out four twenties and dropped the wallet on the floor. A look of contempt briefly seized Anastasia's face before it quickly snapp...d back in character, smiling and pleasant but in terms of making a genuine emotional and physical contact she might have been a million miles away. Then he noticed it and froze. How the fuck had he only just registered it? To the right of her navel there was a raw looking scar, a modest gouge of the flesh about three inches long punctuated with. "Okay Hank, I need you to relax, just stand up straight with your armshanging down. To get a proper fit, I need a couple of measurements aroundyour chest. The first will be a measure of your rib cage right below yourbust line. The second is similar except it is just below your armpits.These tell me the approximate size of your chest. The third measurementis taken around the fullest part of your bust, generally right over thenipples. It will just take me a second, then we can talk about. I was going to make sure we went back to our original relationship ... the one where I didn’t lie on top of her naked body, lunging and spurting her full of dangerous sperm.Chastity, however, was of another mindset.On this first day that our sexual relationship began, it was also the first day of Amy’s convention. That was going to last three days. Chastity had spent the previous night at my house, but everything had been normal. That means she slept in her own bed. She was going to spend two. "What are you doing, Kim?" Sharing, babe. That's all. I love you. I love my Aunt Jenny."Boozily, Jenny said, "Maybe this wasn't a good idea, Kimmy. I'm sorry, Tim. Really..." No, Jen, I'm sorry. Kim's the love of my life." Tim, baby, I asked Aunt Jen. I should've asked you, too. I thought ... I don't know what I thought. I guess I thought that this is what a guy would die for." She heaved a sigh.My thoughts were swirling through my mind in torrents. Yes, like many guys, the thought of two women.