”All the time she was talking he couldn’t help staring into her dark brown eyes; he was captivated by her beauty, her strength of character. It wa... all he could do to keep from inviting her back to his house, dropping this charade and telling her who he really was.Awilda was having the same problem. She was falling for him, big time; and his playing hard to get was driving her crazy. That night, when he brought her home and walked her to her door, she invited him upstairs.It took all his will. There were several things stacked on her bed. She grabbed the one on top. It was red and looked way too small. I was expecting something that resembled a blouse; sleeves, arm holes, buttons, zipper, or something. It had none of these. She put her hands through it and then pull the red thing down over her arms, head, and then shoulders. Apparently it was a one size fits all and could stretch a lot. With a little squirming, she slid it down over her breasts. I could see her nipples outlined in. “Dag,” Riley said patiently, “if you want to play punching bag for guys who are half your age and twice your size, that’s your business. I’m not going to interfere. But you’ve got an appointment with Dr. Roberts this morning.”“Newel? Why?” I asked.“This is the first Monday of the month. It’s your regular monthly appointment.”“Damn, Riley. How could I forget that?” I’d been seeing Newel Roberts, one of Seattle’s finest heart surgeons at least once a month since my heart attack last March. I must. “If we’re going to keep him at it like that.”I was thinking about that while we ate, wondering if we ought to be feeling a bit guilty.“If we could get Heather onside with him fucking us...” I suggested.“Oh! But yes I suppose. And us being lez together.”“Then we wouldn’t mind would we? Her being around. Now we’ve done him he’s not going to stop is he? We don’t need him all day anyway. Just two or three hours.”“No, after that, we know he’s not going to turn us down pretty much ever.”“He really.