“A week or so ago,” I estimated.“June didn’t call me.” Now there was clear danger in my mom’s voice.I hadn’t thought of that. I punted.�...�We asked her not to. I felt like I should be the one to break the news,” I said.“He’s right,” said Dad. “This should have come from him, not them.”My mother wasn’t happy, but it had nothing to do with who I wanted to marry. She was just pissed off because June didn’t warn her. They got over that. I called June and told her what happened and she said, “Of course. "Not with millions of our dollars used to buy stock inhis name." The tape recorder in Terry's purse rolled on as the threemen continued to incriminate themselves.***"A thousand dollar tip for the butler at the Peninsula? Don't you thinkthat's a bit much?" Doyle asked as he perused Terrence's expensereport."Not considering what he had to put up with." Terrence was once againhis androgynous self, to the dismay of Madam Fabulous, who was sittingwith them in the corner of Doyle's office overlooking. He is sitting at my mid section and reaches over and starts to massage my chest, arms and belly. Each hand is going over my body, rubbing and stroking and massaging me. It feels pretty good. Never had a massage before. He then starts on my lower legs and then the thighs. My crotch has become very interested in the goings on of course and my pecker is once again hard and sticking straight up. His hands reach for my cock and start fondling my nuts and cock. He grasps my boner by the base and. He had unkempt two or three day stubble of beard on his face all the time and his hair was most unruly. I had this almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and put his hair into order and cut off some of the hair from his nose and his ears to make him more presentable in mixed company. He was taller than John and he had a darker skin tone with jet black hair. I would have suspected he was not entirely Anglo-Saxon from the fact that his hair did tend to kink up and he had a laconic attitude that.