It was a short twenty minute taxi ride to our destination, during that time I asked her where we were going and who’s party it was. Megan said that ...t was a one of her clients. He was a property developer who lived in the expensive part of town. We were both estate agents but in different departments of the same firm and said that she had worked with him for a while. We knocked and a handsome black man opened the door. “This is Anthony” said Megan, “my number one client” as she lent up and. ” “That’s not real life. What about you? It’s a lot easier for a girl to have sex anytime they want than it is for guys.” “It’s harder for girls, because we’re so damned picky.” “Well, some guys are picky too.” “Fair enough.” He brought one leg down and slipped it under her legs, resting the bottom of his foot against her pussy. “Are there footjobs for women, too?” she asked. “Not that I’ve ever seen. Men are pigs; a little friction from anything and we’re spraying our load. Women require a. ..” she was about to say she had fingered herself once by mistake and broken it. She had told her mother it was an early period, which her mother believed. Marylin couldn’t be quite open enough with Martin to tell him; at least, she thought, not yet.“I just want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”He slid a finger inside her and then withdrew it and gave it to her to taste, she had admitted that she had never tasted her vagina. “Well, I mean I can’t. I can’t bend over that far, I wish I could. I. Tiny and I did lunch weekly at first while the dust was settling, then monthly and finally just about every six months or so. Soon after I left Allison she had moved her clothes into Willis’s place, but they were far from a happy couple. Soon she moved out of the complex entirely and right into an apartment that I had just vacated because Allison had following me home from the fire station one morning. Her late night drunken phone calls begging for forgiveness became infamous ‘Tales of Legend’.