’ ‘How old are you?’ ‘Mind your business.’ The guy vaulted the fence and peered as Sophie’s eyes. ‘Can’t see wrinkles. You must be und...r thirty.’ ‘Twenty-seven is accurate.’ ‘Cor, old enough to be my mum. I’m Andy Blake.’ He held out a hand for the guitar and Sophie handed it across. Because of his confidence she’d expected he’d be good but not this good. ‘You have professionally trained fingering.’ ‘Shhhhhh. I play in a local band. I’m considered good, but not that good, and the music we play. In a way you could say the two of them matched each other, at least in the contrast of light and dark. Each had long angled fingers that moved just a little too much when they talked, whether to touch a spoon, fiddle with a sugar packet, or something equally idle. They each had almond-shaped eyes. They both wore black. They both liked the retro quality of the restaurant with its polished wooden banisters, cracked leather seats and worn tile floors. She particularly found comfort in the sizzle. I gripped her by the hips and pulled her up to her hands and knees. “ John, get over and fuck this slut “ I commandedI got in front of her as John knelt behind her. She looked up at me“ What , what are you doing?” she said just coming down from her sex high“ Less taking, more licking bitch” , I ordered herI lay down before her again the head board and grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed it into my steaming twat. Just then John pushed his dick into his wife from behind. She. Jake was there but no Jason."Maybe Jason fell and he's hurt." I suggested, "I'll go look if you're worried."That created a response way out of line."NO! We'll send one of his granddaughters."And that, as they say, was that."I'm going up to my house." All innocent like."Wait, I'll get one of the girls to go with you!" That was mostly a mumble because I was already out the door and down the veranda steps. Jezebel was standing at the corner of Main and Oglethorpe.Oglethorpe is the street where Jez.