I like boys as well, so it's no big deal." It's the same with me," said Lakeisha. "Although if fewer men were bastards I'd probably not bother so much...with women. They've let me down so often." Me too," said Betty in automatic agreement, although in her life the share of being let down was distributed fairly evenly not just between the men and women in her life, but between herself and her lovers.Lakeisha was a woman who knew what she wanted and knew how to get hold of it. She'd known very few. ‘That’s all I thought about all day. I was so wet I was wishing I had an extra pair of underwear’.She looked down at my crotch. ‘Looks like you’ve been having the same thoughts’.Oh yea! Christmas morning all over again.‘Emily, that’s all I thought about’.With that said, Emily pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were hard like a pair of marbles.I jumped up and nearly tore my shirt off. I dropped my pants and for the first time. He slumped back over towards his computer andbegan to type away at the keyboard, completely ignoring the man behindhim. Charlie only sighed and left the room. He slowly walked back throughthe small house's living room and waved over to Mrs. Frederick. Just as hewas about to walk over to the door, the elder woman waved him over,bidding him to her side."Charlie dear, thank you for coming. I know it is pretty late but Joeneeded someone he could talk to, someone that could understand him atleast a. ’ My heart did its usual little flop, but I refused to allow him to distract me. He wasn’t going to change the subject before we even spoke. ‘So, Brent is out then?’ I watched as he tried to keep that blank expression and then give up the effort, letting the fear and anger cause little furrows in his handsome face. He nodded, the movement jerky and tightly controlled. I took a deep breath and gave my best impression of a woman who wasn’t terrified out of her bloody mind. ‘Well, go ahead.