Apparently he couldn't remember her name, either, but they recognized each other as rafters and got to talking. In time she figured it out; this was J...m, the guy who'd gotten out of the Navy the previous spring and had worked as a swamper on baloney boats all summer. He'd gotten to do some oar trips, and had one more trip to go -- starting Sunday -- before his season ended. Once that wrapped up he was going to head back to his folks in Denver for a bit, and after that more or less had a winter. “Can I …………..?” He grinned down at me. ”Darling, you can do anything your heart desires to it. Anything at all.” I took a finger and captured the drop of fluid, bringing it to my lips. I could feel my uncle’s eyes boring into me. I flicked out my tongue and tasted it. I looked up and met my uncle’s eyes as I leaned forward and brought my lips to the oozing fluid. My uncles hands were on my head, not pulling me, but moving through my hair. He was moaning louder now as I sucked off the fluid. I. " With that her mother clicked off the phone."I apologize to you for the interruption," Marla told the couple to whom she was showing a corner single bedroom unit, "another agent wanted to let me know a referral was on the way for a tour. How do you like the place? Would you like to see an inside unit?" It was an offer she always made once prospective buyers realized the corner units had two walls of windows facing the public streets.The two women, holding hands and sneaking looks at each other. Maybe it'd be fun and enlightening to pick at it," he added gamely. I was on. "Well, you can come look at my bookshelf if you want. That'd give you a more honest answer than I'm prepared to make." ** I doubted he'd find that much to say about the contents of my shelves-- not that he wouldn't think something, but I doubted he'd share it. Actually, I kinda wanted to throw a curtain over it or something. He just kept looking over them, surprisingly at ease with himself but not being all.