I had lots of email that didn't amount to anything.While My dinner microwaved, I began to think about Homer Evans. Something didn't feel just right. H... gave up someone who was already in the jackpot. It was too convenient. Still bad men tend to stay bad men. Maybe he had been protecting himself from this coming out when he sent the team after me. Or maybe he enjoyed playing god, I thought. I hated to admit it even to myself, but I didn't trust Simpson. They might be planning my newfound status. In the evenings, he would allow himself a couple of hours on-line. Most of the nights Erin was there to chat, and they flirted shamelessly with each other. The two evenings they had gone out to dinner and to see a couple of high school plays that his nieces April and Beth participated in, he had found hot e-mails waiting for him in his box.He had not responded to her with anything erotic in return. His instincts were telling him to wait; they were also telling him to wait about kissing. A lot of the people were the same. I was different.Everyone said so. I dropped in at the shelter. Mimi hugged me and told me I had grown. Some of the recurring clients at legal aid said similar things. Two of the girls from the flat said so. I hooked up again with an old one night stand. She said it. Things went smoothly for two months, then Veronica said I was different.Boston is a big city, but neighborhoods are small. I had been in Boston a little over a week when I first saw Roni. She was. It was as if her roommates pussy was right in front of her face. She could smell that flowery scent she always thought of when her mind was nose was inside her lover. She licked her lips and turned to her book. “What are you reading?” “Just something for school” Sandra looked up see her roommates pussy again in her sight. This time it looked as if it were glistening. Alex stared at her and didn’t think anything of Sandra’s gaze, she was far too exhausted from that night and couldn’t stay.