"Really? That's good."Crystal's eyes widened. "What? You mean you're happy about that?" You want to go to prom, I'm glad Michael was a gentleman and a...ked you. He's a good guy."Crystal's lower lip quivered. She looked so angry. "I hate you Ryan! Go to hell! I never want to see you again!" Fine with me. Have a nice life Crystal," Ryan replied calmly as he began to drive away."Uhhhh!" Crystal whined and stomped away.Ryan sighed. "Damn that was easy."Back at Keith Reynold's house, Keith paced his. I’m fairly trembling with fear as he grabbed the base of his cock, rubbed it on my face and asked, “so what do you think, papi? Like that man-smell, do you?” Gently, but firmly he put his hand on the top of my head and guided my face into his crotch, shoving my nose under that sweaty ball-sack. “Good, hmm?”I was speechless, but something u*********s made my stick out my tongue and taste that salty man-sweat. My own cock leapt to attention , popping out the side of my jock.“Mmm. So we Do like. I keep a tidy home.”“And why should I?” She tossed back, pouring her drink.“Well, for one, I don’t need French Quarter dirt in my room and for two I give the best foot massage in this whole apartment.” The unspoken reason being that getting a girl’s shoes off is the very best start to getting her panties off. Comfort and relaxation. And off came the shoes, “Very well,” she said, “But don’t think this means I’m spending the night.”“And who invited you? What kind of guy do you think I am!” I shot. But she had always refused, although she really did want to go. She had looked at her husband as she said this, watching his face for any sign of anger or pain, but she saw only a smile. "Bella, the next time he asks you to go with him, go. See how he lives, and how he reacts when you're there with him. Listen to this: call me when you leave the café; I'll call you an hour later and when you answer you use the call to either tell Rico that you have to leave, or that it's nothing that can't.