Steve turned to Camile, and said, "I believe I promised you an explanation. I suggest we speak privately, but it's your choice."Camile smirked at him,...and asked, "Can I trust you to behave yourself if I let you get me alone?"Steve smirked back, and said, "Of course not. You're beautiful, and you're available, and all I have to do is sweet-talk you and you'll do whatever I say."Camile just shook her head, and said, "My, you are full of shit, aren't you?"Steve nodded, and said simply, "Yep." He. It is later than she usually gets up, but she is the boss and thus gets to decide when she starts her day. And today she isn’t in a hurry.Looking around the room, she can tell that her girlfriend, Danyelle, has not been home the night before. However, this isn’t unusual. Their relationship is open and they are both free to go out or even sleep with other people they chose to. And the thought of Danyelle naked, fucking some faceless person heats her center up like the sun itself. The moistness. Her hair is just as long as before, but now, it’s shiny black like Deb’s. Her face looks as young and wrinkle free as Deb’s.“You made my old heavy-duty bra pop the hooks off. Reach inside my blouse and pull that worthless piece of shit out and toss it in the garbage over there. Thank you, Lucien. I have no idea how you do this, but you have given your sister and me a reason to feel good about ourselves, and a reason to tackle your sexy ass together, now.”I reached into one of the shopping bags. That damned yearling had crossed right in front of us and we had been discussing how hungry we were. Jimbo shot him and we went to work planning on getting some meat into us. Well maybe we still would.I wasn't much into knowing about women. Hell, no one would consider me much anyway. I was nineteen, lean as a whip, and trouble had been my companion all of my life. I hadn't had my hair chopped off for years and my face had never seen a razor. I was about as scrabble looking, no good, out of work.