What I might interpret as John doing something sexual, and what he intended, could be two different things."Ken grinned and said, "You are very right....There are many ways of looking at this. If John didn't care about your feelings, then he might say rather crude things to you, just to see how far it gets him." John loves me," Jessica said with a flush running across her face. "He ... you should see the love lette..."Jessica broke down in tears. She hadn't thought of the love letter John had. She was about twelve years older than me and had long brown hair and a face with which many duck-face selfies were made. I'm not really into this type of girl myself, but I would gladly rub my dick against her anytime. She could give seductive looks on some pictures which gave me an instant boner nevertheless. As I was busy minding my food, and was occasionally looking at her cleavage, a question suddenly was posed to me. My cousin Eve suddenly asked me "Hey, do you still make music John"? The. Amazing! I think I'm in shock! Words can'tdescribe..."Behind her, the assemblage on the beach started cheering, some of thenew men picking up their now smaller and now female partners andswinging them around. They all looked happy and excited, but I knew thatnot everyone would share that reaction. Some, perhaps even most, wouldreact very differently.A few minutes later, it was our turn.The video-editing suite we worked in when not in the newsroom was awindowless, subterranean room, but we still. "I wasn't reallylooking for that -- okay, I was -- I wanted to see what Brandy lookedlike. Now. Not naked, I mean --"Brandy laughed delightedly, and the waitress finally appeared to noticethe table had sprouted a new customer. She sauntered over and tookLindsey's order with some half-hearted display of customer service:Cobb salad, extra breadstick, red wine."What happened to your website?" Lindsey asked. "It went down for aweek." We had to move it. The school didn't want us running a porn.