" Not even your ex- husband?" he asked."Never him."As he stood up and disrobed, he kept running his eyes over her body, lingering on her aching breast... and on the close scrutiny of her whole femininity. She quickened with the thoughts that were running through her mind. She could not resist this man."Touch me, my sweet."She responded by placing her hands on his chest, running them over the hard contours of his flesh. He was so beautiful to look at; with a body like an Adonis. The skin tanned. She hears him mutter something that sounds like shut up, cunt… and she tries to, but then he starts moving the little buzzing monstrosity, wiggling it over her clit so that the numbness no longer helps, and her body is wracked by fresh spasms, her teeth clamping tightly together, her eyes rolling back in her head, and a strangled, gurgling cry is all comes from her throat, though her mouth is wide open. The third orgasm doesnt feel like one at all, but more like every muscle in her pelvis. It was bound to happen. Even in a big city like Cincinnati, Murphy’s and Moe’s paths were always crossing. “So if Miss Dale wasn’t your client, who was it? Or maybe you didn’t have a client. Maybe you were a partner. Maybe you, Metzger, and Schmidt had a racket going. What happened? Metzger and Schmidt get too greedy?” “You sit up all night coming up with sham theories like that, Jansen?” Jansen pointed a beefy finger at Moe and glared at him through steely eyes. “Watch your mouth, Gafferson. Friendship meant that people get to know each other. Andy could not riskanyone getting to know him and who he truly was. He was a girl. But itwas like everyone refused to acknowledge it. Instead, they had thrust himforever into the role of a boy and there were expectations, expectationsthat crushed his spirit.The good thing about Jenna was that she did not pay much attention tohim. She always sat in the living room doing homework and texting withher friends. This provided Andy with much needed.