Reaching into my pocket I fished out my mobile phone and checked who was ringing. Raising my eyes to heaven I answered;‘PJ….how are you?A heavy Ir...sh accent roared down the phone:‘Alan…how are ye….it’s good to hear from you boy…how are ye keeping. How is the tour goin’…any problems?’It was my agent Patrick John Hennessy. A jovial giant of a Cork man in his early sixties with a shock of white curly hair PJ, as he was known to everyone in the business, was widely renowned as being one of the. That was too sobering a thought for a bathtub, but it had to be admitted, I just got damn lucky. Maybe I should be content running moonshine, or run for Sheriff, and forget all about Swamp Thing,But I never felt alive till I was putting it all on the line. I had been afraid out of my mind, but I had also been thinking a mile a minute. It was exhilarating beyond words. I knew for better or worse Swamp Thing had what was left of my soul, and the money wasn't bad. Laundering money was how most. He added a third finger and there seemed to be more room so he pushed in 4 fingers and twisted and pushed.“AHHH yes yes stretch it oh ahhh oh I want your big cock in there, fuck me fuck me now.”He twisted and pushed until his hand was to the last knuckle and then he let his thumb tease her little anus. He was sucking on her nipple fucking her pussy with 4 fingers and rubbing her anus with his thumb.The electric sensations of it all was driving her to the edge and then over.“AHHHHHHHHHH oh. It was becoming clear that she was not interested in the same thing he was, namely to get her back to his place. Still, he kept making his moves, trying to pressure the girl into sleeping with him, despite her steady and firm rejections. And as the night wore on, his seeming desperation changed, became a devious confidence, a dangerous cunning of its own.**********Mel held Rob's tightly, letting Rob sob from frustration on her shoulder. Rob was...female. Still, totally, completely female,.