Sensing my feelings she giggled.“Now, what did you think of in the elevator?”“Ummm…” I said to shy to tell.“Ok, listen. I’m not trying b...e harsh but lets be real. You’re paying for my services and in order to ‘service’ you I need to know what you want.” Her words slapped me with courage. I took out my wallet and gave her the $200.“Good.” She said. Now what dirty little desires do you have in mind? I felt my courage mix with my lust and a voice came out of my mouth.“I want you to sit on my face.”. Morgan said, “I don’t know what to do about my mother, Evan. She seems to have a death wish. The psychologist says there is something more going on with her but she hasn’t opened up to her either. Saturday, I want to go by my old house and finish cleaning out my things. I will not spend another night there and there are things there that I want now or will want later. I’m not comfortable going there without you whether she’s there or not. It’s tough since we’ve been there since my dad. He flared his nostrils once again and that sexy half grin raised up the corner of his mouth again. My eyebrows shot up in a mock look of shock. And I crossed my arms under my b cup breasts. All the while keeping the grin on my face. “Well if you’re going to be like that, never mind,” I said in my sarcastic voice and dismissed him with a wave of my hand. It was his turn to be shocked. “Why you little bitch,” he said sounding totally dumbfounded. I could tell that he was getting ready to start. Once on the island he flapped a blanket out on the sand and dug a narrow hole for the umbrella. So, umbrella out, blanket down, and goodies on the side he set to work baiting their hooks.She took her rod, an old spinner, and made her first cast, a good one. He did the same, nothing happened. They got a few nibbles and waited. Every now and then she or he would pull in their lines and rebait the hooks. There were little scampers out there, probably little perch or blue gills cleaning off their.