I bathed him gently."I can't compete with that!" I said, half laughing."We'll see. I may be able to do something aboutthat," and once again took me i...to his mouth. In justseconds, I was standing tall. "See, MAGIC!" heexclaimed. In just the few hours we had beentogether I had seen in him a charming but somewhatc***d-like sense of humor emerge. He must be Celtic,Scottish or Irish I thought. I am a Scott."Aye, Laddie, see what you have done to the b**stie!"I answered.Before I knew what was. He had been dipping his wick in dozens of tenant pussies for decades and his removal from the game of lust would be sorely missed by lots of aging females with no other outlet. It also included Gloria because she had gotten into the habit of bending over for Benny the Super every Wednesday afternoon like clockwork for whatever excuse he could find for visiting apartment 501 to make emergency repairs. They had a set routine of him dropping his trousers in the hallway and she would give him a. She said I needed to know what I was getting into tonight.” I had no idea that Jack had seen the painting. “I don’t know much about art, but...”“ ... you know what you like?” Melody and I concluded for him. We’d heard the old adage so frequently that we automatically supplied the end. Fortunately, everyone at the table laughed.“Well, yes; there is that. But I also know enough to listen to what people who do know art have to say about it. I went back to look at it again this afternoon after. Troy wanted to know why I had not gone through the normal court process to squash the subpoenas.“Every time those congressional people come out of the courthouse they will have to have their time in front of the camera, dropping hints and tidbits and trying to cover it with double talk to get more time. Intelligent people and speculating news people will blow the cover away in a matter of time.”“This court will put an end to all that; it will be a new experience for them,” I said.I handed Troy.