I was going to be a kept man. Just a gigolo. I knew damned well that Emmy wasn't thinking in those terms. It was insulting to her for me, even, to be ...thinking in those terms.But I was. I guess I was still a charter member of the "You Gotta Have a Dick" school. If you're going to buy the house, and the groceries, and pay the electric bill for a whole family of people, well, then, you gotta have a dick.Stupid? You bet! You think I didn't realize it was stupid? But it was preying on my mind, all. I could feel her tensing up inside and her legs starting to quiver with an orgasm coming on. The first orgasm was relatively mild but as I said, it was only the first and I used the opportunity to strip off my top and shorts. Using a pillow to raise her ass, I slid my huge erection’s tip into her vaginal opening and kept it there while moving it slowly in and out by millimetres. Cheryl’s eyes were closed and she was sucking on her long index finger with the one hand playing with her clit. ”I called Pam and Grace, telling them, “I’ll give you the chance to join my church pretty soon, but for now, you need to keep on babysitting duty.”I called Mac and several people from work to have them close up shop completely and head to my chosen location. I had an idea that I had borrowed partly from Big Love, where Bill Henrickson set up a reformed church of sorts. I wanted to get a clean start for my new faith. The orgy was a nice start, but now we had to hold a kind of formative assembly. But what will Leif think of Ariel? He keeps treating me as David, and that’s just not right.And a reporter? Being open and vulnerable in front of a reporter sounds kind of crazy. But Leif has been a good judge of character. And you can learn a lot taking someone as a client. The reason I insisted on sleeping with Stan was that I wanted to ask him to make a commitment of openness before I spent time answering his questions. And when it comes down to it, I do have time to do that before the party.