Alex opened the passenger door and sat in the seat. Logan slid behind the wheel and fastened his belt.“Nice car,” Alex remarked.“It’s a 2012,�...� he replied, “but she still runs well.” Logan started the engine, backed from the stall and navigated toward the freeway ramp. “So, are you deeply involved in LBGT affairs?”“I’m involved but I wouldn’t say deeply,” Alex replied.Logan drove on working up the courage for his next question. “Alex forgive me for asking, but ... Are you a lesbian?”Her face. This was the same record company that would be the first to sign the Beatles about a year later than this. James Bracken was also the co-writer of many famous blues records. Him and his wife Vivian were the V and J in VJ. I asked him about the music coming from the back. He seemed amused by my interest. He led me into the first room. It was a small recording studio. I looked around and saw various horn players laying down tracks. The song they were working on was 'Steppin Out'. As I sat there. His hand traveled up my leg and to my crotch. Fingers searching for a hole to bury themselves in and they got in. One, two, three all inside me as his other hand traced the scars on my chest. "I never thought I get to try someone like you" He said after waiting far too long.His fingers were coated in my juices even as another finger entered me. I wasn't used to this type of stretching. I groaned out in pain, begging him to stop when he pushed so far in that only his thumb stopped his progress.. "So what's on your mind, Bill?" I asked as I took a seat on the couch. "We don't socialize that much." True." He sat across from me and sighed. "I'm kind of in a bind. I was kind of hoping you could help me out here." If it's money, you know how this is gonna end, right?" I just need a short term loan while I get my cash flow straightened out." Not gonna happen, Connor." I shook my head. "I don't have enough to lend." The hell you don't!" He snapped. "What, your whores out there all work for.