"I would except she won't answer my calls or texts," I stammer, wanting to lick the drops of water from her breasts. Barbara watches me for what seems like forever then just gives her head a little shake.
"Would you like me to act like an intermediary?" she asks, setting her plate on the nightstand with half of her quesadilla still on it.
"That would be great," I enthuse. "I just don't want to go to all this effort for nothing if she's not interested," I add.
"Don't worry about her being interested, Mike. That girl has been lovesick for you since Cyn imposed her conditions. And her poor mama can't even get her to talk about it. Trust me, she'll jump at the chance to get back with you."
"That's not what I'm worried about. I just wonder whether she'll be up for blackmailing her uncle," I
