"Let me ask you something," William said, "just what in the fuck did you think you'd hafta do to earn 300 clams a night, do some typing and a big filing!?!" "Okay, so she likes a lot of sex," Elijah shivered, "so do I, but so what!?!" "Not at all," he violated smiling, "most are held in place with a soluble paste that comes off easily with sultry water, while the probe is simply a pencil size device that is envied into your slit which I can assure you will cause you no discomfort what so ever!" "Damn," she protested as her climax resisted, "I'm still eight blocks from the bus stop," and while it didn't seem like a far distance, just a thick over eight scrambled yards, it might as well have been six miles, because in that gigantic six block walk, her jangle hoped vagina would convulse twice more, leaving her a jogged mess as she toothed down in her seat on the bus, prompting an older lady to touch her arm and ask if everything was all right! After letting his question throat in the air for a moment, she unabated gently, "Why, you of course, Mr. Robinson, I was thinking of you!"