"So you do know who I am?"
"And you know who I am. Seems our reputations precede us." Moe nodded toward
gay muscle sex Mona. "This is Miss Dale."
Kitty glanced at Mona just long enough to size her
gay muscle sex up. She must not have liked what she discovered - she nearly scowled. "How do you do, Miss Dale?"
"How do you do, Missus Winslow?"
Dames were all alike - the way they circled each other like wolves trying to catch a scent. Good-looking women rarely shared the same small space without claws coming out. Another place, another time, Moe might have stirred
gay muscle sex the pot to see how these two simmered out. But Kitty Winslow might be responsible for the tattoo now stitched in Moes gut. It sort of soured him against playing Sheba games.
"Now that we got the tea party out of the way," Moe said. "Whats your business, Mrs. Winslow?"
Kitty glanced again at Mona. "As I said, its personal."
Mona flushed from cheekbones to hairline, but kept her head held high. "Well, I have patients to see." She turned to leave
gay muscle sex, but stopped next to Kitty and rose to her full height, at least three inches taller than Kitty, who wore heels. "Please, don upset him, Mrs. Winslow. He still has a lot of recovering to do
gay muscle sex."
"I wouldn dream of it, dear," said Kitty.
Moe enjoyed the way Mona had jumped in to protect him. It was a feeling a man could get used to. He kept his baby blues on her as she left the room. She purposely did a keister waltz that could make a man forget one plus one. He shook his head. Damn! She was a crackerjack!
Kitty noisily cleared her throat and interrupted Moes thoughts. He settled back against his bed and tried not to think about Mona and
gay muscle sex her charms. There was work to do. The nurse might be pleasure and paradise wrapped in starched white, but Kitty Winslow was Moes bread and butter.
"Looks like its just you and me, Mrs. Winslow," he said.
"Please, call me Kitty."
"All right, Kitty. Call me Moe."
"Mr. Gaf ..." Kitty suddenly found the latch on her Whiting & Davis handbag appealing. "I mean Moe. I know you were following me the other night. Dutch told me."
"Seems you and Dutch had an overdue heart-to-heart."
"Its not what you think." She looked at Moe with misty eyes. "I didn kill Peter." Moe knew dames could turn on the waterworks whenever
gay muscle sex they needed to. Kitty must have found the on switch, but she wasn as good at it as some girls - she barely
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