He knew she liked that he didn't hassle her about being a lesbian."Those don't look like your type, Lorna." he remarked as he caught a glimpse of the ...ront-cover thumbnail on the spine of one of the books."Totally not," she agreed, "that's why I'm giving them away." And why you put 'books' in quotes." he said, and they both laughed. He opened his backpack and pulled a book out. It was an unbowdlerized history book she'd lent him, written before the state Board of Education had decided to remove. After missing a couple days of work without a phone call, Katrina was either sent or she took it upon herself to check on him. In his condition there was no way he could have answered the door. So instead he answered through it. He feigned sickness, hoping it would drive her off and it worked. If it were any other circumstance, Marshall would have liked nothing more than to invite her in and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. But any feelings or fantasies he held for her were long gone. He could. After a little more hungry kissing and squeezing, she made a suggestion, in a low, whispery voice. "Why don't we take this off? I want to kiss the rest of your beautiful body."Jamilah's eyes looked drowsy and swirly and very sexually aroused. She was no longer offering any resistance. "Aren't you going to take yours off too?" she asked, in an almost childish voice, letting her fingers trail across the sleeve of Laura's dress."Yes... I am," Laura smiled, immediately beginning to unzip and pull. ”“Wanda?”“Wardell’s eighteen year old daughter by his first wife,” Tracy told me.“How old is the youngest daughter?”Kristen told me, “Vanna will be fifteen tomorrow and she wants a special birthday present from you.”“I like where this is going. I think we need to give William Wardell what we gave Bob Walters, back in Texarkana.”Sherry and Marlene agreed, and told the others.Kristen grabbed my hand and before she pulled me over to meet the Wardell’s, she told me, “Jerry, just thank William three.