“Can I ask who it is?”“Azami.” I say, surprising myself by knowing the answer instantly.“Pushing it now, can I ask what happened?”“I’m...not sure that I’m completely at liberty to divulge that information,” I say, covering the hole in my memory momentarily, “Besides, the investigation isn’t complete.”I’m feeling better. Not great, but better. I can feel the fog begin to clear. I don’t know whose party I’m at though. Without responding to my last statement, Gretchen leans over and says quietly, “I. A silly situation a friend told me, with two men playing for each other while she rubbed in the shadows. I rubbed now, without shadows, without fear and without doubt.He was ready to come. His cock was swelled, and his breathing was shallow. He stood close, so his movement was near me, and he smiled at me before the last stroke.When he came, I could see everything clearly. The slip of his hand over the end of the head and back again, and the spurt of the fluid from the end. As well as seeing. “How about we switch? Put the larger person on the bottom.” Pat said smirking at me.“Then get up.” I said keeping my face straight, not letting myself smile.Looking slightly hurt, he got up allowing me to get out from under him, and he sat back down, pulling me onto his lap.“So Pat. Why Seth?” Anthony asked. When Pat didn’t respond, he looked at me. “So Seth, why Pat?”“So Anthony, what makes you think I’ll let you go out with my Kelly?” I asked him.“What makes you think you could stop me?”. I don't suspect he's putting pressure on you but I wanted to say that anyway. If you decide that's what you want to do, please make sure it's because of you – not because of anyone else. The suite was for convenience, not for any other particular purpose."Regan's first reaction – as it usually was when her mother spoke – was anger. Perhaps it was the concern in her mother's voice or maybe Regan actually listened to what Rita meant for once instead of the ham-fisted way she said it."Thanks,.