We drew our guns and headed for the storeroom. We paused once we got to the back door. I ever so slowly opened the door.I was right; there were two me... in the alley, waiting for someone or something. We did the three-count countdown like Riggs and Murtaugh. Was that 3-2-1 go, on 1, or 3-2-1 and go. We decided on 3-2-1 and go, and we did.We caught the two by surprise, but they tried to draw their guns anyway. Jesse fired at the man on the left, while I took the one on the right. I caught mine in. With all my conquests, and experiences, I’d never seen a man stroke himself in earnest. Oh, I’d seen lovers give theirs a half hearted handshake before putting it to me, but never had I seen a man gripping and stroking to replace a woman, and I longed to, because I knew it was happening literally before my eyes, though they were closed.So, I slitted my eyes very carefully, peering out from between my lashes, hoping to God that they still looked all the way closed. And there it was, sweet. It had been tough enough to even find the place; then he'd had to take three different aircraft of steadily diminishing size to even get near and finish his journey by chartering a boat for a two-day trip. The whole trip had been tedious, one he expected that few were willing to make, and he could scarcely hope for a welcome mat in front of the door.Still, he'd come this far and wasn't about to let a last minor obstacle dissuade him from his purpose. Finally he resorted to beating on the door. Mmm good! That taste is what I needed! she murmured. Give me your seeds. I need that nut juice to sustain me. Give it all. He was shaken and taken. Never had he come so hard like that. He never had a prostrate job and the ice and electric prelude had him lost in a world of new sensations. Carla unbound his hands and pulled the hood of his head. She kissed him passionately on his lips and held him close and pressed her breasts against his naked flesh. You know I love you Mr. Jensen! she said..