Once she had picked it up her phone again, and looked at the photo some more, she started asking questions like, "This is you? Did you photoshop this?... How do you hide this? Is this you? Really? Is this you?"I just smiled at her.To which she said, oddly enough, "Does it hurt?" Me? No. But you, I would have to be careful", I said, "Do you want to find out?"By now I was feeling a little euphoric. So I pulled out enough money to cover that tab and the tip, and tossed it on the table.Then I stood up. ‘No, Mitzi, I will let you talk to someone else as…’, I try to say quickly but fail. Mitzi is faster than any telemarketer around. ‘Honey, you know who’s up to bat for 5th floor?’ she giggles into the phone. Of course she can taunt us because she knows there is a security door on the staffing office. I think I know why. ‘Do you know it takes a really sick person to do your job?’ I say sarcastically. Mitzi knows I am kidding…partly anyways. ‘Actually , Jen, that is your job…taking care of sick. .. “You're looking really good these days, Travis. Working out?” Now he noticed the bottle of white wine open on the counter, a little more than half left, beside her, and her almost empty glass. “Uh. Yeah. Y'know, the wrestling team.” She bit her lip. “The wrestling team,” she repeated. She was still staring at him. All of the sudden he felt incredibly warm and really nervous. “Are you blushing, Trav?” She mused, teasing. “Maybe. A little. Am I?” “I think you are. You're too tense. You. " Diane commanded, she hated waiting. "Nope, I want to see your face. I'll see you in a while, could be three or four hours." Lenny said. They said goodbye and Lenny headed for the car. Sometime later, Lenny returned the kiss he had just been given. Diane's body was fantastic. The sensations were so intense and different. It was his body now, his breasts that were being sucked and kissed. His neck being nibbled on. His.