But...”But he doesn’t like coincidences. No one in our line of work does.Buster called me, “The fuck, Winter? You ain’t fixed Riles’s pappy ...up?”BJ must have grabbed the cell, “Man needs some quim, Slim.”Buster, “You or Vanessa be fine.”“I’m working on it. Go to school.”I talked with Vanessa about Cathal Conway. The crime scene photographer with a streak of the romantic in him. She instantly agreed to my idea — contract with the sad-looking man to photograph the BaBoomz dancers — boys as well as. Cindy moaned, her body on fire like it had never been before. This woman might be a submissive, but something inside Cindy recognized that she was powerful in ways that she couldn't even imagine."May I kiss you?" asked Jane.Cindy nodded. When the kiss was over, she was drenched and her nipples were like diamond. The kiss Jane had given her a short time ago paled beside this one. She couldn't focus, and sweat was dripping down her body. She could cum. Oh, yes she could. Tug on a nipple, stroke. I had to talk to Tara first. I stalled the bozo without any trouble, changing the subject and stimulating his interest at the same time by asking him how I compared to Linda Lovelace.The dumb asshole really started blushing then, but he had the gall to ask: "Wow, how was it for you, Pol?" I nearly puked," I told him. "Don't you ever wash that thing?"That put the bastard in his place.Tara and I had our pow-wow the next morning before school. I told her what'd happened and when she stopped. .. does that mean...”“No woman who wants a child should be denied the opportunity,” Eva replied. “I’d be delighted and honored to be part of it.”Janet’s eyes began to fill. “Oh, Eva.” She bit her lip in a vain attempt to stop the tears. “Do you mean it? Do you really mean it?”“I do. So, are you planning on shopping for a sperm bank and a fertility doctor?”Janet shook her head. “As a last resort, maybe. I wanted to try the DIY approach, first.”“Do-it-yourself?”“Do it ourselves,” Janet replied..