”“No Brad.” I had found my voice again. “Yes, Mom. I started to lecture you on getting a man in hopes that you’d see that the man I wanted y...u to have was me. But you didn’t get it, or you pushed it off. I don’t know which one.”“Brad, you are my son. I can’t have you as a lover.”“But you can. It’d be perfect.”“No Brad, it would be wrong.”“Others might see it that way, but I don’t. You’re so pretty, and even more beautiful when you’re cumming. I want to see that beauty and know that it was me. Nonetheless, Kelly is a sexy ass woman and her smile, giggles and laughs had fully caught the attention of the agent. He quickly turned all of his attention to her and away from me. They were clicking and we all knew it.Our afternoon of appointments had ended and we headed back to my apartment. I had plenty of fun teasing Kelly about the real estate agent, Jack. She blushed a bit and denied nothing. The moment we walked through the door Kelly was after me like a tiger to get me naked. I did. However, the magic was gone and she soon hustled him out of the door, opened up a bottle of Vodka and sat before the TV watching some mindless program.There were no more men in her life until her computer went down and somebody suggested that George Smith, more commonly known as Geeky George, could fix it for her. He wasn’t in any of her classes but she tracked him down and they arranged for him to drop by to look at it.He was about 22 years old, quite nice looking but with his long hair and. You figured it out. You really are a remarkable detective, Mr. Clouseau,” Betsy said.“Where are you?”Betsy rubbed the torc on her arm and then answered, “I’ll meet you at the Bloated Shark in two hours.”She ended the call. She looked around the parking lot.She called over to where the man was hiding, “Stay where you are. I’m sure they’re still looking for you. They’ve probably gone off to get a car and will drive around hoping to spot you running.”“Okay,” the man said.A dark sedan drove past.