In fact, some of them had asked him to find them some whores. Are we whores, Annie?" No way, Mary, not whores. Sluts. We don't do it for money. We do ...it for fun." That's right. For fun. Sean told the players he'd set them up. In return for an exclusive interview. The story is we are coeds who work for an escort service to pay the tuition. No intercourse. We only do oral sex." That works for me." Yeah, well, I might go a little further than that. Especially if one of them is black. I've never. I just took a shower.' 'Oh, then your all clean. Wouldn't want to get messy for me, huh.' I love teasing him. 'What do you want me to do?' He asks me. I knew I wouldn't have time to drive to his house for a quickie. I just needed some relief. 'Turn on your cam for me, baby.' A minute went by and soon his name popped up on my IM list. I hung up the phone and called him via video chat. His image filled the screen from the waist up. White skin, dark hair, brown eyes. Full lips. Damn he made me so. His kiss was sweet, but he was handling her like glass. This just wasn’t developing fast enough for Ada. If the length and breadth of her world was going to be Slater and William Hagen, they might as well get on with it. She opened her lips to his light touch there and took his hand and placed it on her breast. There wasn’t much for William to feel there—she was cinched up in several layers of material—but Hagen’s response was electric. He almost lost it and then when Ada brushed her own hand. . . Yes, I’ll be hot and ready and I want you the same way Baby. . . . One last thing, can you set something up with Artsy for next weekend? . . . No I don’t want to spend it with Greg; I want to talk over some ideas with her, and with you. Dan signed off with okay, goodnight Baby, I miss you, I love you. > > > > - - Laura was still drinking her morning coffee when Liaison called; they had a girl’s day out scheduled. “I’ll pick you up at ten, okay?” “Come early and we can have a cup.