How he know my name? She thought. He works fast. She just noticed him today. “How do you know my name?” She asked.“I got connections. I asked yo...ur supervisor. If you don't mind.” He said. “I don't.” She looked over at him. Interest was peaked, but she's not interested in getting attached or setting up a relationship. If the conversation went well then she'll think about turning him out. If his head isn't right then she'll send him on his way. Pass him on to someone else. “How are you doing?”. "Okay, Lana. I'm game. Let's do it. I may weigh a little more than I used to, but you know very well that it's all muscle. That and perhaps some retained water, but I'll do it so you have some company in this effort," I told her magnanimously.Next thing I knew, she was sitting in my lap, rubbing her incredible chest against mine and kissing my neck. I smiled to myself as once again I had demonstrated how important it is for the husband to be in control of the marriage. Lana was always happy. ”“Just ‘okay’ my muse? We won’t stop until he feels better.”Allison laughed softly. “Yes. Completely better. Right Manny?”“If anyone can accomplish that, it’s probably you two.” He glanced over at the bus waiting area. “Our bus has arrived.”Tony stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. “I know I’m not as good as your girls, but if I can help with whatever is going on, you’ll let me know, right?”He chuckled softly. “Yeah. Promise.” He trudged off to the bus.Tony waited until Emanuel was. There was a small study desk and chair, a few posters on the walls and a door to the toilet and shower that it shared with the room beside it. There was a single bed, and Karen was sitting on the edge of it, fidgeting. Karen was a cute little girl, straight out of highschool in a small town, here to study nursing. I had met her at one of the LGBTQ nights on campus. She had just come out of the closet, able to explore now that she was away from home. We became friends, but I didn’t think too.