He did not hurry the intercourse, either. As soon as he was finished Gretchen was there with a bed pan. She said, "Squat over this and drain his semen... from your vagina." Jan found it awkward, but managed to do what she was told. Gretchen wiped Mr. Hessen's cock with a warm, wet wash cloth. She turned to Jan. "Done?" she asked."Yes."Gretchen picked up the bed pan and spilled the contents into a jar. "You will be served this for supper," Gretchen told Jan. She was joking, right?Jan again had her. Lying in bed alone now, Angel desperately wanted Dom’s company again. After taking him to her bedroom last night he had taken off her knickers, laid on the bed between her legs and had given her the most amazing oral sex she had yet to experience. He was wonderfully skilled with his tongue, seeming to know exactly where to touch to give her the utmost pleasure. She thought about how he had delicately circled her clit with his warm tongue, and as she lay there imagining how it felt she began. For a few seconds, Jan allowed the beat of the music to fill her. Then she started to dance to the words of the Four Tops singing "sugar pie honey bunch, you know that I love you. I can't help myself. I love you and nobody else..."Oh yes, ran through her head, as she listen to the words of the song, I'll do anything for you, my sweet love. First her dance was just for Anthony but then she went over to George. Marcia will hate dancing for the pleasure of these two, thought Jan. Then a thought. And there were a few days when I thought Will was the forgotten child. Gwen and Duane weren't forgetting him, though. One night when Will got terribly snotty at the dinner table, Duane speared him with a venomous look and held it until Will sputtered into silence.When there wasn't even the sound of anybody breathing, Duane said, "Seems to me your education's been neglected, Will." Yeah? Figure you know somebody can teach me somethin'?"Duane nodded. He was real cool. "Yeah, I figure I do. Matter.