"I couldn't help but chuckle at the profanity. "That's my line. Look, Lisa, it's different for you. Society doesn't frown on your very existence. As a... lesbian, everyone hates me. The religious types tell me I'll burn in hell. Women avoid me like a leper and men feel threatened by me. They think I want to steal their wives. Only among other gay people do I feel like I can talk freely about anything."Her eyes twinkled. "You seem to be talking just fine to me." I'm hurting and getting drunk. I'll. I could feel his cock poking persistently into my stomach and pulsating against it. I think he was having sexual dreams, because suddenly his hands were on my waist under my T-shirt, on my bare skin, driving me insane.Still squinting, afraid that he’d wake up, I pressed my body against him. I pulled myself higher, my nose almost touching his, but now his cock was pressing against my pussy, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn’t control my body anymore, I was leaking horribly. And then I. Something was definitely up. This was time for my overthinking brain to activate and play some 4D chess. Was Milo asking on behalf of Taylor, to test my trust? Was he an agent of Morgan, trying to see if the rumors were true? Or, according to Morgan, becoming true? Was he his own little independent agent? If so, what was his end goal? Was he snooping? Did he know something important to me? Did he know something important to Taylor? Was he protecting her from me, or me from her? Or us from a. Unfortunately, Real Power found me, and now I do the thing I wanted to doleast in all the world.And speaking of which, I better finish my breakfast and head out.I have an appointment to keep.*****The neighborhood isnt very different from hundreds of upper-classneighborhoods around the country.Just because you have a bit of money doesn't mean you dont feel thepressure to conform.For this appointment, I'm in a suit and tie, driving a Cadillac ATS, andI have a briefcase on the seat beside me.Its.