“Lucian Martinez.” I take another drag from the nearly spent cigarette and stub it out on the concrete wall. “You changed your name.”“Oui. A...n’t no good being Cajun here,” he says, his soft patois giving me a shivery thrill just like it did when I was in high school.“And you lost the Creole,” I accuse.“That too,” he agrees.I sigh and lean against the wall, sliding down until my butt hits concrete. “You better go,” I say. “Someone is going to catch up with me sooner or later. You don’t want to. . Tammy was exhausted when she got home that night, she had shownhouses all day and had had a closing late in the afternoon.I didn't mention anything about my appointment in the morning. Weate dinner and relaxed out next to the pool and watched the sun set."Tammy ... What are you going to wear on Friday for Mark?"Tammy sat thinking for a moment."I saw this purple dress today when I walked by a shop downtown butdidn't have time to go in. I might stop by in the morning and try iton. What are you. Turning to the guy I asked if he had a one, it was at this point I knew why he was there, “yes” he said and proferred me his lit ciggy with his left hand, his right hard was busy stroking his hardening cock. I handed his cig back and without a second thought asked if I could do that for him, “ok" he said and I reached over and took his now rock hard cock in my hand.I stroked his shaft and played with his balls, after five minutes or so he asked if he could fuck me, at this time I had never been. And she can't get too mad because I'm wounded."Once she got close enough he could feel her breath near his face he reached up and grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss.She didn't resist! What the heck!He was prepared to hold her close for a quick peck on the lips, but she started leaning into the kiss and opened her mouth."Well in for a penny in for a pound," he had always heard, so he really got into kissing her.But this time he slowly stroked her back as he kissed her, and after a few.