“No, it’s fine, I need to shower anyway,” Jessica answered.“Ok,” Sandee ended their embrace. “I’ll talk to you later. Maybe pretend Effr...n joins you in the shower.”“Sandee!” Jessica rolled her eyes. “See you later,” She closed the door. Effren watched Sandee appear around the corner, walking slowly to her car. He stood.“Effren! You scared the crap out of me!” Sandee exclaimed, startled by seeing him standing on the other side of her car.“Sandee,” Effren started to say.“Are you ok?”Effren shook. "While I was going through my divorce and before we got together, I explored a long-suppressed desire to experience sex with other men."I could see in her eyes that she was only half-listening, and I prepared myself for her barrage of questions."Why haven't you told me about this?" Are you sure you want to be with me?" How can you now think you're heterosexual?" Do you prefer sex with men?"The questions persisted, and I answered each one truthfully and comprehensively. Thinking we could both. “Welcome, Mr. Vacca,” the woman says. “If you will come with me, I will take you to Miss Eden.”Townsend nods and steps off the elevator to settle in next to the secretary. “Can you tell me why she wanted to meet here and not in her office?”The woman smiles at him. “Miss Eden thought it would be a more comfortable setting. She knows how daunting it can be for a reporter to meet her, especially a cute, young man such as you.”Townsend’s face reddens at the comment. He isn’t sure how much of her. "What's that?" He asked innocently, "Oh, I understand: You'd like todance for me! Well, we have some time before Dinner arrives, so whynot?" He switched the television on to the Music Channel and turned tome, "That's a snappy tune, eh? Go ahead, Girl. Dance!"I stood stubbornly rooted to the spot."Ah," He smiled, "I think you want me to beat out the time for you. Allright!"My defiance melted into butterflies as I 8aw him take a riding crop fromthat voluminous briefcase and swish it in the.