.." Beth sighed. "I ... saw something in the way Sally was handling things -- something I recognized. So I hauled her off to make sure I was right. An... then, because the whole thing wasn't exactly obvious, I dragged Lon off to make sure he understood. I didn't make their decision for them, I merely paved the way for them to understand one another..."At that point, Lon and Sally re-entered the room. Lon settled the controversy by directing, "Get it, Babe. Do a good job -- I'm gonna be watching.". But much of such rest as they got would have to be in catnaps and foreshortened nights, as they pressed to complete the job in the small time allotted.Indeed, without the Edenites' help the workload would have been overwhelming. Meiersdottir had counted on that when she'd established the initial plan, and even more so when it had been revised, but she'd been going then on the premise that the aliens themselves would be coming along. Their generosity in offering the help even though none of them. She paused, a look of reverence on her face before snapping out of it and standing before my desk.“His dick scraped my leg!” She said breathlessly.“You can go have him all to yourself later, if you want.” I said. “What have you got for me?”Since I had deceived Tina with promises of more money involved in the cock hunt, she had become my most avid huntress, trying extra-hard to score that money.“Big Ben.”“Big Ben?”“Otherwise known as ‘Ben with the Ten’, he’s bi, likes to show off his dick to. The boots stay on.”“Hehe, that is fine by me!” We started walking to the back of the house again, but before we did I stopped her. I still didn't know her name. “I'm Harlequin. A pretty name right? What is yours?”“Vasily.”“Ok Vasily, lets get you to the party!”- She began to lead me by the cock towards the patio. Harlequin... Harley... At first the name found no match in my memory, but I kept repeating it in my head and soon hit it: Harley. Harley the Whore, or the Harlot, or the Homewrecker,.