At least he was consistently repetitive. Monday through Thursday he left his office somewhere between seven and nine in the evening. Parked in his own...space in the apartment garage of the Modernist.Went upstairs and, presumably showered. At least he changed clothes. Then Bolton became a man about town. Walking everywhere, barhopping, snacks here, dinner there, more bars. One night he brought a woman home. Tried other nights. But he wasn’t a belligerent. Tipsy, friendly, smiling, taking no in a. I crept up to her slowly and whispered “Do you want any help?” She blushed completely and nodded yes . I turned her and put my face over her boobs and let out a huge breath . She pulled her head back and pushed me deep inside . I took turns with each of her breasts , taking time to satisfy her , one melon at a time . And before we knew , we both were sitting topless , the mist prone windows taking the responsibility to hide what we were up-to inside .We got into the back seat and I made her to. " He goosed my ass and I yelpedcomically."Speaking of bondage," my legal rep said, "we sent some leather andrubber goods over a few days ago, which Jenna and Andy have been holdingfor us." So we can use it on you, hot stuff. You see, both of us have a thingfor sexpots like you, who used to be guys." And we want to get nasty with you because, well, neither of us everreally liked you, Doug. Or should I say Dee Dee?" Dee Dee it is. I think you just heard your male name for the finaltime,. ’ ‘Well, Constance, thanks for getting back to me.’ ‘Fancy a drink tomorrow night, Hilary?’ It is sometimes so hard to keep enthusiasm from my voice but I hoped I managed to make it less than blindingly obvious. Friday I watched heads turn, male and female, as Constance walked imperiously into the bar. The bar at the hotel where the party had been held was sophisticated and expensive, and I had nursed a glass of Merlot for the thirty minutes I had to wait for her. She was wearing a gunmetal.