"You probably think I'm bullshitting you, but I swear all of this is true but I really love my Chelsea and hopefully after we get married she can get ...ixed to enjoy getting laid. In the meantime she makes me happy and we have a ball together." Matt told me with a crack in his voice and a bit of watery eye.The only problem I had after that was every time I looked at the sweet face of Chelsea I couldn't picture her doing that, but I still thought of oral sex as "dirty" at the time as well. I. All I could do was shake my head. My own hot body felt limp yet charged at the same time."Let me see all of you again," he insisted softly, in case anyone walking past my hear. He lifted himself as if doing a push up and his eyes roamed my naked body. Feeling a bit self conscious I was not as fit, I closed my eyes and stretched like a cat. "Open your eyes and look at me," I was told and complied. Our eyes met and I followed his cue. My eyes took in the broad chest above me. His hard biceps. "That you like the clothes. You're probably wearing something right now, under all that," guessed Sean's grandmother. "I know why Tom really killed himself. He thought he was going bald, Sean. That without the hair, he couldn't be who he wanted to become."Sean scowled. "No!" His outburst caught the attention of the minister at the bedside of his grandmother's roommate in the intensive care unit. Embarrassed, Sean put his index finger to his lips and nodded. His voice fell into a barely audible. ‘George!’ he called. After a few moments an older man came hustling into the foyer from a hallway. ‘Welcome home, Master Wellington. What is it you need?’ He looked at Lord Wellington and then at Elizabeth with a curious look. Lord Wellington said, ‘This is the new maidservant from the Starling’s. Elizabeth was it?’ He looked to her for assurance. She nodded. ‘It was her father who was in debt to me and she’ll be working it off here now. Show her to her room and get me some supper.’ He walked.