And maybe people like me are everywhere.” “Fascinating!” remarked Vivienne, stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray. Quentin scrutinised Vivie...ne closely. Was she guileless? Did she really believe him? She was an attractive woman, who carried around with her a kind of self-assurance that normally manifested itself in contempt towards a man like him, any man, who might tell a story that must seem ridiculously far-fetched. “You think I’m mad, don’t you?” he asked her, as she brushed her black. I always thought "Up In the Air" was written about me. I prize the service and attention of being a frequent flyer, Amex Platinum, Hertz Gold, etc., just like George Clooney and since seeing the film, I've harbored an Anna Kendrick fantasy. Too bad I don't know Anna which is fine, since I don't look much like George. A few years back I was in Charlotte. The Crown Plaza. I'd not been there before in the times I'd been to Charlotte but had an excellent experience in Miami so I wanted to try. The others I had commandeered to hold my personal items from home. The danger of someone discovering me or my toys, however unlikely, added to my buzz every time I stripped off and mounted the giant desk in there, a vibrator in hand. I hadn't had a proper boyfriend in a year now, and after my best friend moved in to save rent, I hadn't been able to properly take care of myself. Quick, cheap orgasms in bed, stifling cries and hiding my meagre collection of toys hadn't been working out for me,. ’ I said.‘But you won’t hurt me like daddy did, will you?’ She pleaded, using her big blue eyes to great affect.My heart went out to the poor child. If she had been abused then it was almost certain that her mother had too and probably worse. No wonder she struggled to meet my eyes. I knew that as a 6’ 6” man, I could look quite intimidating.‘LISA MARIE!’ Shouted her mother, or at least loud enough for the little girl to cringe slightly.‘No Lisa Marie, I won’t ever hurt you. Aggie would bite me.