I texted back one word: “Serious?”His response came. “I’d love to try. See if it’s better than before. If it’s weird, we can stop. But… ...ou might be the right one..”My cock was rigid, thumping and drooling and I’d barely even noticed.In the nerves of the moment, I was stupidly trying to decide whether to text him back first or just walk in and start something.One more text came in with this photo - of him stretched out on the back bed, his bared nipple and torso and his very alluring ass. Fuck.. " Thanks, Judge, I been pretty lucky here. What with the baby an' all, we need the extra money coming in. Yup, mighty lucky." His hamburger was brought to him and he left. The judge smiled to himself, it took so little to please some people and so much to not half satisfy others. He ate his lunch in silence. The thought again came to him, Lee Roy had a lot of potential. But would he ever realize it? There was the question yet to be answered.Lee Roy munched on his hamburger and noticed some. All of Anna's analytical skills she'd learned working as their own waking talking computerized assistant at the secondhand store had come into play in the search and negotiations. And this was not the only obstacle Anna had faced.The thought of rescuing Darlene had been entirely Anna's own idea. Undeniable proof of her own emerging capacity for independent thought outside of her own immediate needs. And she'd worked diligently to amass the money necessary for Darlene's acquisition while. “You seem a little tense,” I said, even though he wasn’t, and got behind him to use both hands. After probing quickly, I rolled my thumb over his lower TrP3 trigger point - that often tense spot right next to his shoulder blade - so he’d be aware of the small knot there, and used the fingers of the other hand to stroke his neck more erotically. If it was an erogenous zone for me, why shouldn't it be one for him, after all? These were skills I’d developed to make up for not putting out. “Why.