We talked about a lot of things including the insane amount of affection that some people had for their cars. Chris even showed me way too fucking man... pictures of his Mustang back home.I noticed that the bimbettes were not pleased by the fact that Chris and I were conversing. Fuck them I thought. But they were the least of my problems. Chris had just gotten done telling me how he and his wife Helen met. She'd been his baby sitter growing up and he'd fallen in love with her though she was ten. However, the suckling a priest offered was mother’s milk to her and she was more comfortable in the dimly lit huge room than her own bedroom. She moved into the confessional, when the priest in there asked her to move into the pews, as he needed to meet with her there. When Jennifer stepped into the half light, with her black lace dress framing her beautiful figure, her hair laying flat and long down her beautiful back, her shapely legs in black stockings and her high shoes making her lovely. Our SUV was thrown into a short spin and ended up pinned against a light pole.I looked around at Michael and Chloe. All of us were shaken, but conscious.Michael looked at me. “Good shield.”“It’s not over yet,” Chloe said. She was looking out of her passenger window. “It looks like more Syndicate members, and one of them has a rocket launcher.”I couldn’t see much. The front windshield was shattered. I looked at Michael. “And what do the laws of secrecy say about this situation?”He never answered. "We got us two guys, and only one girl. So Tammy here brought us you!" "But - I'm a GUY!" I protested. "That's OK. Y"See, me and Jerry, we like girls and we like boys. And we've both wanted to try us a He She. So - Tammy here is goin' to give you a 'do-over", and if you make us REALLY HAPPY, then you'll get to leave. Unnerstand?" He grinned evilly. "I've never done a guy," I said in a little voice. "Hear that Bill?" whooped Jerry. She brought us a VIRGIN!" The big man licked his lips. "Won't be.