“I like this stuff, Cherry. You have good taste.” I nervously looked down and thanked her. Did she masturbate in the bathroom like me? Did she jus... go there for privacy? Did she like the porn for literary reasons, or was it sexually exciting to her? These and other questions raced through my mind.My thoughts were interrupted as she continued, “So, did you write those stories?”“Yes, I did. Three of them” I nervously fidgeted around.“Are they autobiographical?”I groaned again. This was so very. She grinned. "You know, there's a whole lot more to me than just a pretty woman."She slowly lifted her tank top over her head, in rhythm to the music playing in the background. Her breasts spilled out, just barely contained by the bra. She paused."Your wives aren't going to come out, are they?"The men were comically quick to shake their heads in a "no"."Lucky me." She pulled off her jeans and knelt down on the patio tile, a damp towel protecting her from the bare surface. The men were all. I said in my mind “ Maami.. Don’t give shock”I was seeing her face and now I saw her armpit. Oh it was bit wet but covered by nighty. Yeah I had forgotten to smell that. I just moved from my lying position and placed my head near her armpit. Even her hands were up and it was like she is only giving her armpit to me. Ohhh How I can explain that feeling. I was taking large breaths and enjoying everyone. This time I was out of control. So just touched her boob for second and suddenly took hand. "Gimme your accounts ledger."The terrified man hurried to comply, as he picked himself up off the floor and grabbed the ledger out of a desk drawer. "Here. Take it. It's not up to date, though."Harley Duran grabbed the book out of the shaking hand and opened it up to his name. It showed two hundred and fourteen dollars in credit in his account. "This is what I figure it ought to be. Give it to me right now."Harley looked over at the door and saw one of Greater Western's enforcers. The enforcer.