"Bi?" Not really." Not really?" I asked, "Can someone be partially bi?" It's not that simple," he said, unable to make eye contact with me."Is he blac...mailing you?" No." Bullying you?" No."Now I was baffled. He had denied every reason I could think of for his being on his knees sucking Jamal. There was a long pause while Ben looked down and I scanned the ceiling, looking for ideas."I'm confused," I finally said."It's really hard to explain," Ben said, still unable to meet my eyes. "I don't even. More than one goes past with a bulge and wet spots in front."Over time, I learned the skill of asking the people that cornered me to tell me what they had heard so I could try to find out if anyone else actually knew anything for sure. It let me try to figure out if what they were saying matched up to anyone else. The best I could piece together, she had gone from a flat chested short bean pole little girl to a voluptuously stacked hour-glass body during the last summer break. All the girls. Of course single beautiful and shapely women always have a way out and I accepted it. Yes I am talking about working like a call girl. I was introduced to a lady pimp an aunty who used to set up my meeting with rich people who wanted to have some sex without any attachment. I used to do about 2/3 tricks in a week and used to earn decent amount of money. All my neighbors used to think that I was working with a call centre.Around 2 weeks before the story, Aunty gave me a call and told me that. "Have you done anything new since we were last together?" she asked as they followed her up the stairs into her bedroom."I sucked his dick, and swallowed it," Julie said sounding proud of herself, even giggling."And I enjoyed my sister's seasoning before we fucked bare for the first time last night," Steven said."You mean you ate her pussy?" Carrie asked."Yes, but I prefer using fewer abrasive words than that, Ms. Lloyd," Steven said."All right, Steven — I understand. It's not a big deal ....