Early twenties, tan and lean like some god somewhere had built 'em for just two things, speed and sex. They were smilin' at me like I was a long lost ...unnin' buddy come to buy 'em another gram o' coke instead of a gas jockey in the middle o' nowhere. And the biggest thing wrong with the picture... they were here.There's no reason on God's green Earth to be in Last Chance, Texas unless you're lost or on the run.Round about 1967 a film company came out here, built a whole town for a movie called. I wish my wife smelled like you. I’d eat her pussy more often if she did.”She said, “You can eat my pussy if you want too. My husband won’t do anything down there. I even have to hold his cock, line it up, and stick it in myself. Then afterwards he expects me to suck it dry, lick it clean, and then wash it with a hot soapy washcloth. He won’t kiss me either unless I brush my teeth twice.”I asked, “Why are you still married to him?”She said, “I gave him my virginity, I gave him two children, and. I threw on a pair of jeans and a tshirt which seemed to cover up the fact that I was wearing a bra.Mandy looked at me and said "you should wear that white button down shirt". Suddenly I became quite nervous that her and Jay had a plan to humiliate me in public. I quickly responded by saying "but everyone will be able to see this black bra under that white shirt".Mandy put her foot down "if you want to be able to watch Jay and I fuck later, you better wear that white shirt."I knew better than. On one particular occasion, last summer, I was standing in a packed tube carriage, on my way home from work. It was a warm, sunny day above ground and the tube (Metro to the rest of the world) below was like a sauna. It was as if the Victoria Line, ran through the centre of the Earth itself, stripping virgins of their summer dresses and skimpy underwear and guys left standing in their Speedo’s. I was having a dream or starting to hallucinate from the heat! I was so glad I was in a short skirt.