She had a climax within a minute of stroking. Amaya cried out before remembering how thin the walls were. She bit her lip and kept stroking. She had a...nother climax was almost instantly.And another.And another.Amaya pulled up her pants and sat down on her bed with the reddest blush. She prayed that Helen wouldn’t walk in right now. The room smelled of sex and sweat and Amaya knew she wouldn’t be able to deny masturbating. She opened a window and turned on the fan and hoped the smell would. He slipped out of bed and got dressed. Just as he was finishing, Daniel slowly woke up and rubbed his eyes, then also got out of bed and put his clothes on. They walked downstairs and stood by the door, gazing at each other. “Daniel, I can't promise it, but you may receive a visit from Peter. If so, he's going to tell you some things you won't be happy with. Trust me, Daniel, you just have to trust me, and never forget that I will always love you,” Carter said. Daniel was confused by his. "What is it they say? Like mother, like daughter? If you are like your mother I might give her a shot when you and I are over." My mother? You would go after my mother?"I laughed it off as best I could and hoped that she wasn't close enough to her mom to go home and laughingly tell her to look out for me.What I did not learn was anything I could use in taking my shot at Mary. I knew where I could take that shot — at the bars where she stopped — but nothing I could use for a way in so to speak.. To put it delicately, Angie was a dish: a five-foot, six-inch Latina from the Northwest Side, with thick, wavy raven hair that shimmered with blue overtones when the light hit it. She possessed dark, expressive eyes and a voluptuous body that threatened to rip through whatever tight outfit she wore on any given day.That she 'overdressed' for the office, or did her hair and makeup more expressively than most — by conservative, politically-correct Anglo standards — was a given, and a delightful.