Conseula had struck him as straight, but he'd been preoccupied enough with their situation that he hadn't really formed a strong opinion either way.No...w, seeing the two together, he decided that their previous orientations were moot; Conseula was sitting in Theresa's lap, and the way Theresa was holding her left no doubts that she was both in charge, and in love. And the look on Consuela's eyes spoke volumes for how much she in turn cared for Theresa."I see I'm not the only one that's formed a. ’ Myhands were trembling as I followed his orders. He stoodadmiring my body. ‘Spread your legs slut! Show me yourshaved cunt.’ His harsh words were having an effect onme; I could feel my juices flowing. When he noticed howwet I was getting, he said. ‘You are a fucking whore,this is turning you on.’ And with that he roughlyjammed a finger straight up inside my pussy. The forceand the shock of it made me climax.‘What a slut! We sure hit pay dirt with you. Bob, of course, was clueless, and when he turned to look at his niece she was laughing so hard she couldn’t talk. Instead she reached around him and slapped him on his butt, which only seemed to make her laugh even harder. He twisted and turned, thinking there must be something stuck on his jeans. She laughed so hard she had to sit down.Finally she got control of herself as her chest heaved, and she begged off telling him what was going on.“Later, please,” she chuckled. “If I try to explain it. I’m sorry. Those white globules look diseased. Mealy. Washed out.“Pulp Fiction.” Every time Travolta goes into a bathroom something bad happens -- a coke overdose, a shooting, a diner robbery.That’s sort of the way I was feeling, minus the bathroom part. When I was in Kansas City, I felt I should be back in California. Vice versa.I wish I had a Winston Wolfe to solve my problems. I did have, sort of, access to Bulldog Bannerman. But this wasn’t a movie. Nobody to hose the blood off me.I was.