.They were about ready to transfer me to a mental hospital when the NiaClarence Foundation lawyer got me out. I might be in worse shape thanWendy if ...hey'd stuck me there. But the lawyer arranged for me to servethe rest of my sentence walking around the county picking up trash offthe sides of the roads, with a locator device on my ankle. I eventuallyrecovered, but I was twitchy and nervous for months afterward." So that's a no. But if not that, then *what*?"I was at a loss. I'd never. I'm so horny that if he was here now, I'd show him how I truly feel about him. I'd suck his cock."Joey? Where are you? Come home to Mommy. Mommy wants to blow you."The thought of him dying in a car crash without me ever telling him how I truly felt about him, made me sick. I told myself that if he were to come home safely, I'd tell him how about the sexual thoughts that I felt for him with the hope that I could ease his guilt for having those same sexual thoughts for me. Now, that we're older,. ”“Okay, let’s go. I apologize for the interruption,” Grant said to Sophie and her husband.“What’s this all about?” Grant asked while they walked to her cabin.“We’ll talk about it in a moment.”They entered the room, and Grant was surprised to see the three women. They were all in their mid-twenties, blond hair and a well sculptured body ... classic trophy wives. Barbara closed the door, and explained, “Grant, I used to do some freelance covert work for some of the lettered agencies.”“I suspected. I smiled my sweetest smile and asked him where I could get a drink of water. He waved his hand wildly behind him, knocking some of his paperwork to the floor. I knelt in front of him to retrieve it, very wickedly giving him a good view down my blouse. He was transfixed; motionless. Sure enough, when I glanced up, his black trousers were tenting in front of me. I looked deliberately at his crotch, then up into his face, which was crimson by now. "It's nice that you are pleased to see me!" I.