’ Kat felt herself flush. ‘Oh my. Trace, I don’t know what I would do without you. I’m glad Kat was being sweet to ya.’ The pair continued ...ith their conversation and Kat excused herself to throw on a pair of Capri’s and a bra. She felt much better since she was partially clothed. Back in the kitchen, Trace was making ready to go mow. ‘Thanks darlin’, for the coffee. It was good.’ Trace tipped his hat. ‘You’re welcome. Thanks for stopping by.’ Kat refilled her cup once more. Gram had made her. ‘Oh, oh.’ I said. ‘You hate it.’ ‘No. No really.’ He didn’t move. ‘It’s just . . . You’re so much better than this.’ He shrugged. ‘What do you mean?’ I was instantly defensive even though it was sort of a compliment. ‘I thought it was coming out pretty good. I mean it’s not finished!’ ‘Hey,’ He smiled at me to calm me down. ‘I just mean … it’s sort of commercial, don’t you think? I like you’re personal stuff better.’ He shrugged. ‘That series you did of that old building, down by Chinatown. Now. Before long, she started shaking terribly and squirted all over my face. She just had an orgasm. “She’s a squirter. What a beauty!”, I thought. She looked visibly shaken and held on to me as support as I stood up. After a few deep breaths, she seemed to look okay, and she again pressed her lips to mine. One long smooch later, she broke off saying, ” Enough. Now fuck me.” I obliged and kissed her on her pussy. Then I got up and turned off the shower. I put down the toilet seat and sat on it,. Tom Jones might be my next one. Are you going to tell me about your dream?” I asked her.“Not right now ... if you don’t mind. It was very disturbing,” she responded in my arms. After a bit, I released her and she left to her room.I needed a pill, so I went back to my room and got one washing it down with a bottle of water. I walked to Izzy’s door and knocked.“Come in Michael.”I walked in, now seeing her and Stu holding each other, “Are you still ... out of sorts about your dream?” I asked.