" I won't." So," Paul said, standing up straight again. "Lesbian, huh? How's thatworking out for you?"Tyler looked over his should at Paul, glared at ...im, and backed away astep as one of the other bartenders placed Tyler's drinks on a tray.Once the tray was filled, Tyler scooped it up, balanced it on one hand,and sharpened his gaze at Paul. "Working out well," Tyler said. "Workingout really goddamn well."*****Off Tyler went to a low booth on the far end of the faux saloon, wherehe dropped off. It felt my blood went from pounding through my veins like it was molten lava, to super chilled ice water in a blink of an eye. A million thoughts ran through my mind. What if she told Tracy? What have I done? This lady is crazy!! This woman is a slut!! The images of her naked in her garage, the images of her in the pictures…. This woman was what I wanted…desperately!! I hit redial and cursed as the first three rings went unanswered. “Hello?” came the sweet soft , sensual voice that. After all, you posted this ad, didn't you? You didn't lie toeveryone and worse, yourself, about what you really wanted, did you?And you will trust in me to be strong enough for the both of us, evendown the line, after you've superficially changed your mind and regretyour decision and you frantically BEG me to stop it all, to let you goback to being "normal". I will let you plead as it amuses me, but youwill learn to know when it's time to stop and thank me for ''allowingyou'' to be so pathetic. Harry sat slumped on the couch and pretended to be in pain. Tracy took him by the arm and guided him to the center of the sheet. She had a couple of towels folded for him to rest his head on. He laid down on his back. "Now, where exactly are you feeling pain?" Tracy asked.Harry pointed to his thighs, calves, testicles, and penis. "Mr. Goodson, I really think you need to get out of those clothes and wrap this towel around you so I can get at those problem areas." Tracy had her hands on her hips.