I’d never been with another woman in a sexual manner, though in university, I’d had some offers. But it always just grossed me out too much. Fortu...ately, a polite rebuff was all it’d taken to sidestep their propositions. Now there was no proposition nor was there any sidestepping the inevitable. Belinda was between my legs and she was intent on introducing me to lesbianism. I felt safe though because I knew she’d never be able make me come. I mean lesbians turned me off so how could she achieve. Little Joann’s killer would face a nasty demise.Filene sent us and another trainer sent her two to listen to the thoughts of the recent murderer, Peter Jelson. We gathered in his home cloaked with the easiest kind of glamour, invisibility. One of the things we were told to listen for was any thoughts of active enablers. Anne watched as he signed on to a site on the dark web. She knew what to look for: four groups of numbers separated by periods and his ID and password.With Anne standing close. “I hoped we were only talking about a handjob!” Kristi squealed.“Have you ever given a handjob?” Shannon raised an eyebrow.“I haven’t even seen a real penis before!” Kristi shook her head until she could speak in a reasonable octave, “So, maybe you should do it.”“Why? I’ve never given a handjob either,” Shannon shot back.“To yourself you have!” Kristi retorted. I laughed at that.“Fuck it,” Shannon growled, “Why do you even want it from me? You’re so not gay.”“Are you? A lesbian I mean. You’re a. She slid it back down to him. He filled it again and slid it back down, she then walked over to him.“Are you trying to get me drunk?” She asked.“I want you to feel welcomed.”“I am. Will you want some help putting up your lights?”“How did you know about my lights?” He smiled.“I have the ears of a cat. It’s the least I can do to help pay for my room.” Bobo thought for a moment and nodded. “If you want me, I’ll be over there.” She nodded to a corner of the bar.Bobo watched her wander over and.