”That triggered a rash of questions and they started to get up again, to show everyone Jenny’s legs but Alex calmed them down, telling them there ...as plenty of time to do that later and that he wanted them to relax and enjoy breakfast. They sat and ordered their breakfasts, and the relief in Jenny’s eyes was apparent. Although she was still in awe of Alex, you could see the discussion of problems with her legs was bothering her. When Alex asked the waitress if she could have the cook fix some. I told her that I wanted to fuck her.Holding her arms about my head, pulling me to her warm breasts, she remained quiet for a little while and then murmured softly, "Billy, I've never done it, and as much as I think I want to right now... I'm not ready."Her refusal didn't surprise me. My asking is what surprised me. I didn't respond. She hadn't expected me to."And if I were ready, Billy... I'm not at all sure that I should be thinking about doing it with you. Our fooling around - the stuff. "They pulled the sheets from their coverings. Each was heavy, high-quality rag letter paper with a name and address printed in one corner. In the other corner was a small, extremely simplified version of one of Will's sketches.The sketches had been nudes. Alex had scanned them, reduced detail and cut away whole sections. The picture of Anne, for example, showed her hair and profile, a shoulder and the sweep of one bare breast. In all, perhaps an inch and a half high, sexy, but in an intimate,. I couldn't believe it. We received a dozen e-mails the first weekend. I showed it to the guys and they couldn't believe it either. I said in the ad that we would send two men, black or white, one as a bodyguard to their home or a motel room at a reasonable cost of three hundred dollars for one hour.The guys laughed as we read the e-mails. A couple of men even sent pictures of their wife. Six of the e-mails were threatening letters, about what assholes we were. Jim was our white guy. Tony was.