Jessica Wright dumped her tired body into the decorator-designed barrel-based leather chair at the closest corner of the plush loft-type apartment, ki...ked her shoes off onto the Persian carpet that stretched across the huge room and panted to regain her breath. It was nearly ten o'clock, and she had been on her feet, mostly in front of banks of bright lights and flashing strobes since nine this morning. But she wasn't really tired; physically a little worn out, but that would pass. What counted. Iwould get down there soon enough. She had anappendicitis scar, fainter even than her skin.She kept stroking my hair. Was she like this with allher lovers? Was I? Every lover is aroused by differentthings. I gave her a hickey just below her navel,leaving a red mark on her belly, and she gasped and thenheld my head tightly to her while I did it. I stayedthere for a moment, feeling her belly move in and out asshe breathed.“Oh, you’re bad man.”She used a breathy, Marilyn Monroe. She told me he'd get better if he would stay off of his feet and quit moving around so much."As soon as we got home, Grace and Jane went up to Hans and started yelling at him for not taking better care of his back. Hans didn't say anything, other than to hand Jane her car keys and then show her the old, worn brake pads, he's finished changing for her. I took both girls aside after we were in the house and told Grace about how I wanted her to flirt with Hans as part of the plan I had to get back. She picked up the phone and called Glenda and ask how she was doing and if she and Barry were free & wanted to come over and "play" with her and some friends. She told her that I was there along with that little redhead she'd seen. Well from what I could gather from hearing Birti's side of the conversation it seemed that Glenda much have almost been ready to cream her fucking panties and certainly had Barry's attention. Glenda must have asked if they needed to bring anything and Birti just told.