”“And how did you determine the actual date?”“When I approached Matheson about the money for the charities I gave him a hard deadline. He push...d back to get a longer date, and I agreed, knowing for sure that if the money hadn’t somehow appeared, that meant it was too late.”“And you informed agents Stone and O’Toole?”“I did. When I called Murray Matheson after the deadline and was told he was on vacation, I knew the jig was up. I called the FBI and they reacted too late. And yes, the FBI knew. I remembered her saying what a big boy I was and how much the ladies would appreciate me, et cetera. She came and sat on a chair opposite me, giving me a cheeky grin. Her blond hair was tied up. She wore white shorts and a tank top with nothing underneath. Her nipples stood out a little. She asked me to go into the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water. I was wearing really tight jeans and I had this massive erection, which was plainly visible even though I was wearing briefs underneath. . I paused. Wow, only probably the best writer of fiction anywhere. Of course he would want something when I had to do something else. I sighed."No," I told her.Silence greeted me and I started to think we had been disconnected."Hello? Still there?" I asked."Franklin, you can't possibly mean that. It's John Royce! He has won more writing awards in the past ten years than anyone ever had in a lifetime. He gets six figure advances from his publisher, if he even hints at an idea for a book. High six. Eventually every bit of his big pulsating boner up to his balls was out. He knew my wife was enjoying the show.She has told me she can picture vividly what his boner looked like dangling between his legs and how aroused she became looking at it. She has described the situation as wonderfully erotic non-touching foreplay, full of sexual excitement, teasing and tremendous anticipation.She began picturing what she might do to him and how he would react, thinking about making him cum, considering.