"Has she regained consciousness?" I asked immediately. I didn't think so, since Susan, the real Susan, was still with me, but I wanted to be sure."Lar...y, I really can't tell you anything more than I just have," he said, stone-faced.I glared right back. "You're asking for my cooperation," I said. "If you want it, jump down off that Goddamn high horse and give a little back."He made a face. He clearly didn't like it, but neither did he want somebody going into the hospital—or the morgue or. "I pulled my suit jacket tight to fight the chill of his words. I'd be under scrutiny? For a lousy box of pens? I wasn't going to take the wrap for large-scale theft. Someone else was doing it, and I was determined to find out who.I decided to keep my own supply room vigil. If I was being watched and hanging around the supply room too much, I'd be incriminating myself by my behavior, so I was stealthy about it. And whenever I visited the room, I updated a personal inventory of the expensive. Philippe’s face plunges toward heaven, kissing Josie’s inner thighs on the way in. And then the tongue takes over, assisted by the lips, first outlining the outer labia and moving into the valleys between the inner and outer lips, discovering the Cleft of Venus which leads to Josie’s clitoris. There the tongue finds the ultimate prize, a button of miracles. It woos it, swerves around it, over it, traveling across it from every angle possible, trying to unravel the mystery. Philippe feels a. “Come on, honey. You can do it. It’ll be something special for both of us.” Jeff politely appealed. Throughout our marriage we enjoyed occasional adult videos and DVDs that culminated in evenings of incredible sex, but performing a pornographic-like facial with my husband in front of our camcorder was a whole new level of sexual experimentation. “Well, let me think about it.” I answered. “Who’s going to film us?” “Whom did you have in mind besides me?” Jeff rhetorically asked. ***I fashioned.