.”Walker and I listened as Vanessa worked through the possibilities in some detail. The lesbian explaining male anatomy to the virgin. Then I rememb...red Vanessa’s closeness to Bear. And Barry. I remembered all those nights she worked at BEAR on Broadway, listening to the late night conversations ... gay staff, gay customers.Pilar was paying attention, staring into Vanessa’s eyes. So was Walker. Ears a little pink. Understandably.I was in my Exchange Building office in the stockyards. A quiet. She was breathing heavily squeezing the cock tighter. I looked up – she tossed her head back, her eyes were closed. Her fingers holding a cup of tea were shaking. I took the cup and put it on the table. We went to the bedroom. I took off her gown. She took my head with her hands and pressed it downwards to her bushy pubis. She straddled and I saw her leaking. I was licking clean her juices. She was moaning. She fell on the bed to move hips wider to the sides. Her buttocks gave me full access to. The man gulped as he approached. She wore suspenders that stretched around the outer curves of her breasts and wound down over her fit stomach to finally attach to a wide leather belt. The belt served no apparent purpose, other than to frame the most scandalously short leather skirt he had ever seen. Just as he was noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra, she looked at him and smiled, brushing away a strand of her sumptuous brown hair. Her hands were encased to the bicep in what appeared to be. He looked so smart in his beige flares and red satin shirt. Mum looked beautiful, too, in a white flared suit with her long dark hair pinned up, a daisy chain draped across her forehead. My bridesmaid dress was a chiffon floral affair and that day I truly felt like a princess.The day Jermaine and Mum got married was the happiest of my life. My biological father had been a feckless loser, waltzing out of our lives when I was three months old. I’d always wanted a father so when Jermaine married.