” With that Susan swung her legs straight out of bed and stood up in front of Jack. In one sweeping and very fluid gesture she whipped off her night...ie over her head and flung it onto her pillow.All Susan had on now was some pink panties that looked very disheveled from the recent visit of Susan’s right hand playing with the vagina just below. Susan puffed her chest up which pushed her breasts forward then she placed her hands on her hips in a very demanding fashion and said, “Give me that. After all, there has to be some questions leftunanswered if there is to be a potential sequel, can't go giving away allmy secrets now, can I?And if JB had ever doubted my validity as a real girl, he never wouldagain.Another chime from my computer bought me back to the real world:JB: You're not mad, are you?Having indicated to him that I was online through my first response, Iknew if I didn't keep up the conversation he was just going to apologisefor whatever reason he had decided I might be mad. She wore trainers, leggings and a jumper. It was pretty cold out and almost felt sorry for her. She wasn't an ugly girl but she didn't do anything for me at all.When I stood in the bus stop they went quiet and stared at me. I lit up a cigarette while I waited for the bus."Give us a fag." said the brunette."Here we go." I thought."Give us a fag an' she'll suck your cock." the brunette said with a smile on her face."Shut the fuck up" the blonde said and pushed her friend.It actual made me smile. "He won't be really communicative for another year." Well, you hold him. By the way, I'm done with those Carmel Birds. Think of something else for me. Staying home with an infant is boring. I'm going to try to get Willy."I just sat, holding Patrick. He'd quieted again. I wondered as to what to suggest to Weena for reading. Another contemporary Australian woman? I could try her on Janet Turner Hospital. Or Christina Stead. But maybe she'd read something older. There were lots of female authors.