“It’s the only thing guys actually care about.” she huffed, and sped up in front of me.I watched her tail dance up the stairs in front of me and...let her beat me to the top while winning the race with the view from behind. I know, it sounds sexist and it probably is; but I was a male and ninety percent of a male’s thoughts have to do with sex. Women might get all pissy about it but a guy just can’t help it much.We passed Bubbly Simmons’ office but the door was closed. She was probably gone for. . well, the game isn't as fun as I hoped."I nodded. "Wendy's starting to feel like a fifth wheel. You were the one that offered her to stay overnight, you know. She's not comfortable with me screwing her, and what will she do when you and I decide to do the horizontal mambo?" I didn't think of that." So, let's make her feel at home, all right?"Shirley looked confused. "How?" Do you think Wendy would like to live out a fantasy?" I asked."What fantasy?" Shirley asked."Let's find out." How?"I. Each took a photo every five seconds, so we have a whole set that I can sort through to see whether anything worthwhile will show up. It’s only a couple of thousand pictures.”Jean said, “How many pictures did you take overall today?”Matt glanced at the other camera, and then one he’d been using to photograph her masturbation session and their lovemaking session. “I’d guess around four or five thousand. I’ll have to let you know.”“Thousand!”Matt nodded, “These two cameras were taking shots every. .."He turned around to find a gun in his face."... it."With a very hard-looking man staring down the barrel."Turn around. Hands on top of the car." Hey, I'm sorry. Next time I'll order more than coffee."He was frisked. Thoroughly.Very thoroughly.Funny. The frisker's hands seemed a little small... He felt a hand squeeze his member. "Hey!" he squeaked. "I've got a permit for that." You don't need one for that small a caliber." The voice was higher-pitched than Mr. Turn Around, but still.