Was it only yesterday? No, the day before: Wednesday. So today was Friday. Tomorrow was Saturday. Was that coincidence?Jill emerged from the shower wi...h a towel over her head and nothing over her slender, feminine little body. She smiled confidently at me as she undid the towel and shook out her long hair that reaches halfway down her back. She rubbed the towel down her hair, twisting her flexible torso effortlessly with no sense of how sexy it looked.“Morning,” she smiled.“Morning,” I could. ‘The weather is holding out. It should be a great performance.’ ‘I hope so.’ Patrick gathered his things. ‘Common. Let’s go.’ The cab ride was a bit crowded with one guy in the front and three squished in the back. As the driver made a right onto rue Jeanne-Mance, Patrick could see a bunch of concert goers emerging from the metro. Their hemp backpacks and denim jeans brought him back to a less stressful time. He tried to push the burdens of marriage and fertility troubles aside so he could. Won’t you humor me?”“Perhaps if you told me a little more about the piece...” he says.“I’d rather not say anything more now,” I tell him. “Maybe after the test has been run.”He throws up his hands. “It’s your money, Mrs. Calvalli, and I’m telling you you’re wasting it. But if you insist—” He tells me a number. It’s a good bit more than I’d expected, we occasionally do DNA work at the firm and that’s cheaper, but I suppose comparisons with extinct-animal DNA are a little esoteric. I write him. Maya stripping for me. My head between her legs, licking, sucking.. And that’s when I gave in. “Okay,” I mumbled, getting up and out of my bed. I walked over to hers instead, just wearing a tank top and my panties, as was my usual sleeping attire. Maya grinned, patting the bed next to her, where I sat down. “We can watch some more, first. Get you worked up some,” she said, obviously being excited. I could see her nipple poking through her own top, as she put the laptop on her lap again and.