As she entered, he motioned to the seat directly in front of his desk and she moved to sit down, carefully crossing her legs in the classic Sharon Sto...ne, femme fatale, move. The move was not missed on Mike and he held her gaze as he reached down to adjust his cock in his pants in a blatant call to her bluff. “Something on your mind, Sam?” He asked with a wink as she looked down at his crotch and back up to his eyes. “A lot, how about you?” she replied with a pointed look at his growing. He’s never been a particularly sexual person. So sex with him was never particularly exciting ... Once we had had our children, his interest in sex just went away completely. So I’ve been essentially sexless for ... A decade.”Completely sexless?“We’ve probably done it a couple of times a year ... But when it happens it’s not exciting, it’s not passionate ... There’s nothing ‘naughty’ about it. I think every woman wants to be a little bit dirty sometimes.”And this particular woman?“I haven’t. But instead of horror and revulsion, Miranda felt something else: helplessness that turned to curiosity, fear that turned to anticipation and shame that flared into excitement and desire. She sensed a face inches from her's. She smelled fresh black pepper and maybe red wine. The kiss, when it came, was gentle, almost tender. “No,” she whispered. Another kiss from another mouth that tasted faintly of mint. So did the tongue that flickered between her lips. “Don't... please, no.” Miranda knew she. "Jennifer," Joey whispered as he focused on reinforcing his mental defenses."Jennifer?!?" I said unbelieving. "Why? What did you do to her?" I didn't do anything," he said, his eyes closed as he continued to focus on re- tuning his cryptic thoughts."Why do you think it was Jennifer?" Suzi asked."She doesn't like me. She can't read my thoughts." Is that all?" I said rather angrily. "You better have more than that to accuse... " Timmy," Suzi said warningly."What?!? You think it was her too?" I.