He too sounded a little worried.“What are we going to do?” asked the voice of the second man from the hall conversation.“I don’t know! I can�...t believe there isn’t even a whisper of what is going on, out on the street. Did you lean on all of those clowns?” Rickey demanded.“Yeah, we leaned on them heavily, all we got was fear and requests for protection. They are really scared, and I don’t mean just the street people. The bosses and their men are scared too, and most of them are pretty tough. I kept eye contact with him as my lips wrapped around the head and I closed them and my cheeks sunk in as I began to suck on him. I sucked the head with a sensual need. My hand was stroking his shaft now. I could feel him growing quickly. I sucked on and off the head like it was a lollipop. Then, as he hardened in my hand, I slid my mouth further down on him. Sucking a tight seal around his cock.I realized in that moment that Rick had a cock and I had a penis. I sucked nearly five inches. I peered into the dinette from the kitchen doorway. Beyond it lay the living room. My wife was reclining on the couch, naked. The man, also naked, lay half on top of her playing with her breasts and slobbering kisses all over her upper torso and lips. I was sick. The man was Marco Phillips, the P.E. teacher.I resisted the impulse to rush in and ruin their little tryst. I needed to think. I was no fool; I knew that if I burst in on them it could be a case of "he said she said," and there were. The Praetor was the final word in judgment in her society. It had given the murderess access to her dream-walking abilities, altering the girl's sentence of solitary exile. There was nothing legal that Elaine or any of the other goddesses and justices could do about that.She returned to her body, leaving the two dream-walking lovers alone. Perhaps finding the lost Praetor was what she was meant to do.Mentally linking up with the Praetor at university, Elaine accessed its data containing.