Sometimes a good piss is better than just about anything else. A friend of mine once said that the best piece of ass he'd ever had wasn't worth more t...an a dime. When I asked why, he responded that the best money he ever spent was the 10 cents it cost to get into a pay toilet. And the subsequent leak was such a great relief and feeling that he judged everything by that.And this morning's piss really felt good, although I'm not sure it was better than the best fuck I'd ever had.My now-softened. He charged his bill as a business stay for an insurance company. So he didn't own a store, he was apparently an insurance agent in Akron. We lived in Columbus which is only about hundred miles from Akron.Things were beginning to look up.Later in the week I wrote to David on the e-mail that we had set up. I acted as though I was Jill and asked to see him again. I explained that I was really mad when it first happened, the way he treated me. I wasn't use to being treated like that but after I. I drank it sitting close to Becky, while she made me laugh. She poked fun at all the people around us, I almost blew some of my drink out of my nose. Soon, we were both kinda jittery from the coffee, so we decided to go explore the neighborhood. I threw our bags over our my shoulders, and we headed out. It wasn’t a very nice area, but when we found a grocery store, Becky said we should go in."Do you have any money, Danny? For peanut butter and vanilla wafers?" she asked me. "That’s my. Too often he wondered if the girls liked him because of the notes in his wallet, but here was a girl who he had warmed to immediately, and who liked him but was being evasive and hard to get. The thrill of the chase added to her allure.Grace was also trying to rationalise Terry's behaviour but couldn't manage it so she just enjoyed his hands working their way over her skin. She was worried he would want to ask her out, or start stalking her so she had to display a coldness, but she did like.