Preludio"Mr. Conlin, what is polly gamey?" What, Lizvette?"The headline on the TV says, 'Is polly gamey next?' "She was seated in my living room in he... guitar chair looking up from her lesson, a piece of music I had written myself in college called "The Three Graces," a three movement piece, framed by a prelude which repeated in developed form as a finale, and which was inspired by my three older sisters, but which was ostensibly based on the ancient Goddesses. I was teaching Lizvette the. That gave me more time to catch up with some of my regulars, who I was usually too busy to chat with. After a few hours I began drifting between the front and the back of the store, keeping an eye on what was running low and replenishing the stock. As the day wore on, we ran into our first slow period. The breakfast crowd had come and gone and the lunch business had not yet started, so I took the opportunity to clean up the front of the store and give John a break. For the first time all day. " I returned to my stool at the bar. I had a semi-hard cock which was my acid test that Angel's lapper was pretty good and definitely better than average. However, your mileage may vary. After I got home, I took a shower to wash off the cheap perfume, lipstick and stale beer smell. As the hot water washed away the odor of the day, images of Helen and Angel passed through my mind. I'd been called a pervert and a dirty old man all in the same afternoon. Hey, I may be retired, but I'm not dead.. Wieso duzt er mich eigentlich? Als ich nicht reagiere, packt er mich am Arm, zieht mich hinter sich her. Sein Griff ist hart und fest. Die Masse seines Körpers tut das seinige dazu. Ich stolpere hinter ihm her. Er bugsiert mich durch eine kleine Tür am Rande der Stallungen. Schreibtisch, Akten, abgewetzte Ledersessel und ein Sofa. „Was möchtest du trinken?“, will er wissen. Ich schüttele den Kopf. „Nichts“, sage ich pampig. Langsam werde ich wirklich wütend. Ich will weg, aber er versperrt mir.