I don’t know why but I looked at them again. I studied them, looking for anything that would tell me who the guy was or where the pictures were take.... After ten minutes I couldn’t come up with an answer. But I looked at them again, and this time I was looking at Gwen. At how sexy she was, at how nasty she looked in the picture. I looked at her lips wrapped around a hard cock, how the cock stretched her mouth open as she swallowed it. I looked at the picture with her tits covered in cum and. You know Christine. She's the one with the big tits and pouty lips. "Yeah, I've seen her. She's Joe's secretary. Is Joe going." "Apparently not. Joe's wife is expecting soon. He can't leave town." "Any other secretaries going?" "Yeah, Simone. You probably haven't even noticed her. She's the shy kid who works in marketing. I can't figure why she is going. Anyway, I sure would like to get my cock into that Christine." Ignoring his last remark, I asked, "When do we leave?" "Friday afternoon." The. " I'm afraid not." Do you have any romantic prospects?" I've sworn off men for a while." Well then, I think I've come along just in the nick of time." You mean you're my white knight and you've come to save me from a childless future?" That's it exactly! Have your children while you're young enough to enjoy them and to heck with the sperm donor." Even if I bought your argument, why would I choose you to be my ... sperm donor?" Why not?" I can think of a thousand reasons. For one thing, I don't. Jean-Philippe appeared from the house and, when Karen told him that they were leaving, he’d offered to find someone to give them a lift but Rainey, speaking for the first time in several minutes, politely refused, and announced that she’d already called a cab. Once they’d settled themselves into the back of the taxi fifteen minutes later, Karen smoothed out the folds of her dress and looked at Rainey’s serious profile. ‘Alright, spill,’ she’d said into the darkness. But Rainey, still whirling.