Not at all. Look, let me down." Why should I? You ready to suck my dick like I asked, you're saying?"thud"No, ow, fuck. No, asshole. I mean, it's not ...afe. My arms up like this, for this long. Use your head. The ugly one, on your neck, I mean."thud"Ow, jeezus fuck. That thing's heavy. You're hurting my tailbone." Anyone ever told you that you kind of top too much from the bottom?"thud"It's a flaw. Deal with it." I don't intend to."thud"Then don't. I don't give a shit." I must be taking it too. When she gripped my cock in her hands, I fully woke up for the first time since I entered the motel. That was the moment that I could have, should have, stopped her. Only then did I have the awareness to know what was happening. I ignored that little voice. She was beautiful. I was lonely… and it had been so long. God forgive me for what I did then, because I will never be able to forgive myself. Danny pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. This was not earth-shattering sex. She rode. Fortunately, I had been sitting sideways to the door, so she hadn't seen the screen, nor, I hoped, where my hand had been. "What did you want?" I finally stammered. She smiled, a grim humorless smile. Her eyes were sharp, not smiling. "I came to talk to you about Jennie." "Oh! I got your letter but I haven't had time to open it yet." "I understand. May I sit down?" Without waiting for an answer, she was sitting on the couch, close enough to put her feet on my ottoman. "Your coffee smells. "I mean you've got Anita and your occasional boyfriends. For the record, who's at the top of your boy list now, Calvin? Is it that Johnson kid? Somebody new? At least in prison you'd have a cast of hundreds to choose from, probably. Me? Let's just say I don't fancy the mono-sex world of the state Bastille." Whatever," said Calvin, snickering. "We would not be handling the product. We would just be pointing likely well-heeled clients in the right direction and stepping back and letting Marcus.