I rubbed idly at my crotch. I hadn’t gotten any, and certainly not anything good, in a long time. Lying to myself about my sexuality probably had so...ething to do with it. The town was kind of backwards about certain things, and being gay was a big deal. No one, not a single person I could name, was actually out. Especially back in high school. It was all downcast eyes and sidelong glances and hands groping uncertainly in the dark, and then once it was confirmed it was urgent and needy, a quick. Marjorie had seemed the friendliest so I had been immediately drawn to her, and to be honest, I was a bit intimidated by Allison. She had an intensity that seemed ready to boil over at the slightest provocation. Looking around the apartment it was immediately apparent that the women were a bit short on cash. The little bit of furniture obviously came with the apartment, and the only other things that decorated the living area were a few sketches torn from an artists sketchpad. The drawings were. " Henry was right. I was away on important business and you all shouldhave been capable of dealing with a tiny teenage girl. I have reviewedall the security tapes, she made fools of all of you." I was on the night shift then, I had nothing to do with chasing thatphony motorcyclist." True ... but it WAS your idea to call the police to try to force her off.Very successful."The cops should have done their damn job! "If they had been willing todo what we hire them for, the problem would have been. Courtney was lying on one end of the large crescent-shaped sofa. Her head was on the arm of the sofa and her feet stretched out toward me. I was lying on the sofa as well, my head placed on a pillow in the middle and my legs curled out toward the far end. My gaze altered from the television to Courtney. Every so often, she would adjust her legs and I would get a glimpse of her vagina as it exposed itself beneath her loose shorts. She was not wearing underwear, and for that fact, neither was I..