"I don't really hear the rest of the conversation. I just want to runto the bathroom and cry, but I don't. I put on a brave face. I am gladfor all t...he makeup. He can't see my cheeks burning red.I suppose I shouldn't be upset. We were never dating as such. I putmore into this than I should have. And Teresa did not help with allthe "training". I just assumed that Tom and I would be an item. Idon't consider myself gay, so I should not be upset, but I am.I ordered the most expensive item on. "Come on girl, get your ass into ere, an quick about it."Reluctantly, in a nervy flush of quivering fear, I got up onto the sidedeck and at his aggressive gesticulations I turned and slid down into thedinghy. He slid his hand over my panty clad bum as I did so and Istiffened with a fearful whimper.He laughed, a coarse laugh. "Sit down there in the stern girl while daddyrows ya ashore."I sat, horribly aware that I was inevitably showing him my panties as Idid so.He chuckled again, he almost. Even though you are wearing black trousers, I can see your excitement growing inside of them. Loving the empowerment, I open my thighs to allow you a better view of my freshly-shaved lower lips. Without wasting a moment you crawl between my legs and start to lick up the moisture that has already started to drip out of me. I start moaning from the pleasure of your tongue on such a sensitive area. You spread my lips apart to give your tongue better access to the treasure inside. You take your. And that was that.“Winter.”“Walk.”“Gary. And Paulie.”Silence.“They’re getting a lot of pussy.”Silence.“I mean that’s what they say.”Silence.“Oh.”In a way I didn’t mind asking Bulldog Bannerman for a favor. That’s what he does -- favors. What he would expect, someday in return is never spelled out. It’s just understood, that tit will pay for tat.Mayor Tom Lynch awarded me the $586,730 reward for discovering Sister Mary Packer’s killer.I had asked Bulldog to keep my name out of it. I would pay.