We sat there for quite so time when she finally spoke, "I had heardsomething about you but, I did not see anything, so I thought that theywere wrong. ...I guess I was wrong for not listening to them. We can tryto date and go out and even have sex, but I really don't want to see youdressed as a woman and would not have sex with you if you were dressedas I am not into that."I said, "I will try not to dress and if fail I will let you know so youcan make plans with your friends, so you won't have to. I threw a final look over my shoulder now, giving him that beseeching look. I put all my lust and desire into this look, my lower lip pouting.He had to act. He had to want me. He had to throw me against the wall and fuck me so hard. I wiggled my hips. His hand tensed on his spear. His wings fluttered more. I held the pout for one more second.Then turned to crawl up the stairs. I put my hand on the first runner, the crystal cool beneath my grip.“Cernere’s black cunt,” growled the guard.Metal. “Come on, I owe you a free one for what I did. But you’d better make it a good, because then I’m going to kick the shit out of you for what you’ve done to Katie and little Kaye!”Honestly, I was winding-up to land one on Cartwright, but then ... the words Cartwright had spoken suddenly sunk home and I stopped myself mid swing.“What, I’ve done to who?” I asked, probably with a puzzled tone to my voice.Bill Cartwright looked surprised. I do believe the guy had been intending to take no evasive. "He looked over at Bobbie and grinned, "Not exactly a distasteful task, I'm sure. Wait a mo' if you will." He left without waiting for a reply."I've either been complimented or leched after. I'm not sure which," Bobbie said. The half smile on her face showed she did not feel too insulted."Probably both," I told her. "But you must admit, the man does have good taste."The manager of the bank called up. There was a slight bit of confusion over closing out the account with the bank downstairs. They.