It seemed to help. She began to rub my thighs. She reached across to rub my other leg, and her arm went across my dick. I felt a urge stirring in my d...ck. I just held my breath. Again across to the other leg, and this time more pressure on my dick. It began to get hard. Back and forth between my left leg, and my right leg. Each time rubbing my dick with her arm. She stopped rubbing my legs, and began to hold my dick. Not moving, at first, Then slowly she began to move her hand up and down my. ‘Ah.’ Her cadmium red lips curled softly. ‘Randi-candy. Sweet.’ With her rosŽ blush in her right hand, she took my hand with her left and didn’t let go. ‘Nice to meet you. Spooky Long.’ ‘Nice to be met, eh, Spooky.’ She gave me a leisurely up-down. ‘What are you doing here?’ I had no illusion I’d pass for anything other than an interloper. I couldn’t afford the $200.00 a plate charity dinner. ‘What gave me away? My $29.99 sundress from Walmart? My Payless shoes?’ She kept my hand, smiling. I give him a kiss and a smile. Like the smart man that he is, he knows what it means. I prop myself up in the bed finding a cigarette. I enjoy the view of my dark stranger as he reassembles himself. Again, the cold steel of his gun flashes in the light. The thrill of a dangerous man is a delight every woman should experience.Once he finishes with his clothes he injects the same small talk all men feel compelled to express. I don’t know, maybe it’s their way of saying thanks. Or maybe they. Later on the same week, they met Craig by coincidence when eating out.When Craig left his table to use the restroom, Ben followed him as hedidn't want to miss the chance to have a quick chat with him.- Listen, I just want you to know we're still the best friends we werebefore last Sunday. Don't worry about Jeff and I either, but Jeff asked meto spend some time with him and think about what we've done with you.- I understand, Craig said with a hand over Ben's left shoulder.Then, the next.