Now I told you who I would pick so you have to tell me who you would pick, I said. Well, I guess being forced to make a decision, I would pick Jason, ...ngel replied. Jason, really, I would never have figured. You asked, so I was just giving you an answer, Angel said. I know thats cool. I guess well have to see what happens. Angel dressed really sexy that day in a short yellow sundress that fell mid thigh. Her silky, tan legs glistened in the sunlight as we drove down the road with the top down,. However, time passed under the job and as what happens with most people you get to know them the charm wears off. He was still cute but he was open about his life; his divorce, moving the West and his dating life. He tried hard to be happy again, I could tell, but I kept to myself. I didn't want to get in trouble with him as I did with another boss for accidentally hitting on the guy. So word slipped I was gay (not that I hide it) and he seemed fascinated. He revealed, easily, that he was 'bi'. His hair still wet…nice fucking chest I noticed… but I lost his maleness in a series of jealous thoughts : 'Make yourself at home…Move in…why don’t ya…’“Valerie …coffee…black and one sugar…was that right…sweetie” he asked as mum was cooking him pancakes. Even with honey on my toast I knew I was in a sour mood… ‘Sweetie…WTF …The bitch hadn’t done pancakes for years …I had to remember back …too far…’Josh was looking at me…staring actually…had he got his balls back and realised youth was for. When I heard the elevator return and its familiar ding as it got to my floor, I made sure I was bending over the table reaching for a box I had placed there for just this reason. It gave my boys a perfect view of my uncovered ass and pussy. As they came in the apartment I could feel them staring at my exposed crack before the older black guy asked. ‘Can I give you a hand there, lady?’ I stood up and turned around to answer. They had brought a third guy up, he was Hispanic and about the same.