“Especially not Steve,” she said with what almost seemed like anger. “Are you sure you want to hear all this? It’ll take a while to explain, b...t it might show you that I am telling the truth when I say I love you and what to be with you, but…it means telling you something that will probably make you angry with me.” My heart had jumped all over the place while she was speaking, especially when she said the last part about wanting to be with me, I felt like this was an important moment for. The erection he had filled in the rest. Slowly reality crept into his head. He reached his hand across the bed and found nothing. A moment of disappointment flashed as he remembered that Sue had left early. Joe reflected on the thrill he had of touching her gently every morning before he opened his eyes. Even though it was only one day, he would miss that. Joe pulled himself out of bed. The first thing he noticed, as he stretched, was the note taped to the mirror. Attached to the note were a. And he was masturbating, all right, moving with furious speed, grunting and twitching. But what really surprised me was the succession of images he was watching in a slide show; all were pictures of me in varying states of undress. I swallowed. My son was jerking off whilst fantasising about me! Not that he knew it, of course, with my head carefully cropped out of each photo. And I could hear him whispering "It's OK, mommy, I promise to pull out before I come- honest."It was then I realised who. M. and they'd probably been waiting quite a while for us."Where the hell have you been?" snarled Smith as we emerged.Well, fuck that. I wasn't Scarpia any more, I'd left him back at the opera house, but even Nick Volker didn't have to take that kind of crap. "That's none of your Goddamned business," I barked. "What in God's name are you two back again for?"Smith was clearly about ready to come back even harder, he seemed to be loaded for bear, but Brown gestured at him quickly; there wasn't.