At least Diane Shepherd had finally felt guilty enough, and perhaps had benefited enough from the assertiveness practice, to tell her blokish husband ...how she felt, so now I only had two randy forty-somethings draining my energy. The porn star thing had been shelved, for now, and the Eastern European women had been sent home, so that was that over with too.In another slight improvement to my circumstances I’d managed to talk Janice and Frances into going down to the little beach at the bottom of. ?It wouldappear your audience agrees. Give them a smile, Janet, touch your breastsfor them.? ?Please don't do this.? Janet's voice breaks, tears brimming. ?Please? Please? I think that's a first, isn't it, Janet? Areyou begging?? ?Yes, damn you, yes, I'm begging!? ?I think I like you like this, Janet.? A pause, the sound of smoke beinginhaled, exhaled slowly. ?But sadly, I really do need you to do this,Janet. Now.? ?I won't.? Janet's voice small, quavering. ?Yes you will, Janet. . Once in her office, she said, “please sit down Marcy.” I did as I was told.“Marcy, what happened yesterday after school was let out?”Did someone tell her about Shane and me? Did someone see it?“Nothing, why?”“Did you have a problem with Shane?”“No... , Yes... , Maybe.”“Marcy you know you can’t do anything about this. If you talk to the police and you turned him in, you will be investigated too and we can’t have that.”Just then the door opened up and Darcy came walking in.“Darcy please have a. Now it was Laura’s turn to pipe up. She said, ‘Are you k**ding, at this point you’ll f**k up the friendship more if you don’t show us!’ That was all I needed to hear. I unzipped my pants and let my meat do the talking. Of course it’s greeted with peals of laughter, gasps and, ‘Oh my god, where the f**k did that come from?!’ So I’m standing in front of them and they’re sitting on their couch. Laura takes her finger, laughs and presses down on my glans (as though turning of a light switch) to.