You said that Marcie and Steve had figured it out; it would be a stretch to think that Tate's deputies haven't done as well, if not a lot better. Why ...on't you just take credit for the truck? Jesse might be pissed, but hell, he isn't going to believe that Tate has that kind of money in his slush fund, anyway. If you take credit, the deputies will think you're just taking care of Jesse because he saved Joyce. Nothing strange about that, and hey, it's the truth."Jeff sighed. "Jesse has already. They'd eat sitting at the counter or in front of a movie, wash the dishes together, and maybe share a bottle of cheap wine, doing their critical impression of whatever old film was showing on A&E.He found himself expanding his entertainment circle at her gentle insistence. She'd skim the morning paper as she nibbled her bagel, making small hinting comments about whatever production the symphony was producing, or about the relative merits of the ballet the Miami touring company was bringing to. Carol thought. "Sure," she finally said. "But no crying, OK?" He promised. It would be hard, but just to see her again.... It would be worth it. They agreed that he would pick her up the following Sunday. Charlie was, in fact, numb. He had only the week before found his reason not to kill himself, and now here was a chance to see her again. It would hurt, and terribly, but how could he not?It was Carol. That day came. It felt strange to ride in Charlie's car again--sitting by the passenger. She became very aroused at the pure sexuality if this and had a very intense orgasm! I still didn't stop. I continued and soon she withdrew, balling up in orgasm! "Wow", I thought! This is great! She couldn't take any more, so I laid down next to her, breathing heavily, sweating profusely. She looked at me and asked, "Honey? What the Fuck Are you turning gay?" I almost shit myself! I told her, "Hell no, I am not turning gay! Good than I want you to come in me like that every time!"I tried to.