By the time they'd finished up at the crime scene(and then the morgue), it was well past the time Henry had told Abe he'd be home. He'd even gone so far as to call Jo's phone, and ask her if Henry was okay, and when he'd be home.
-They both reluctantly said their goodbyes; Henry fearing that sneaking Jo into his room to stay the night would backfire if Abraham were to catch her leaving in the morning.
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-His son feeling that with his father home safe, he was able to go to bed; he took to the stairs, and left Henry all by his lonesome.
Wanting to take his mind off of Jo; he took a seat behind Abe's desk near the back of the shop, and began to sift through the papers atop it. About fifteen minutes later, the sound of the phone ringing brought him to his feet. -Who in God's name calls at this hour of the night?-He thought; pulling up a chair, and raising the chunky black phone to his ear. "Hey," Jo spoke; causing Henry to sit upright. "Hello Jo. How may I help you?" he smiled. "I'm sorry, but you left me so horny. Are you alone? We need to talk," she urged; his eyes widening. "Y..Yes," he stammered. "Is there any way you could sneak over here? I want you so bad," she whined. "Knowing myself.. And the way we both acted earlier, I won't want to leave in the morning.. I can't risk being gone so early on a weekend. Abe will get suspicious," he sighed. "Okay.. Can you maybe um.." She trailed off. "What?" He squinted. "Never mind," she blushed. "No. Just tell me," he chuckled; rather amused by her hesitant tone of voice. "Get me over the edge. I'm close," she blurted out; the bulge in his slacks beginning to throb. "Mmm. What are you wearing right now?" He purred; unzipping his slacks, and letting them fall down around his ankles. "Exactly what I was wearing earlier when my phone rang," she replied. -Nothing- He thought; removing his boxers, and beginning to slowly run his hand up and down his shaft. "I bet you're getting nice and hard," she murmured. "I want you so terribly," he groaned. "Tell me what you're going to do to me," she replied. "I'm going to see to it that you can't walk for a week," he spoke. "More," she urged; licking her lips, and arching her back. "No. I'm going over there," he spoke; hanging up, pulling his slacks up, and sneaking out to hail a cab.
