"I walk past here all the time," Max declared. He had a way of making basic statements sound like declarations and every conversation like a stump spe...ch, "I've never been tempted to go in."Rick considered a hard sell and rejected the idea at once. Max Stone didn't like being told what to do. Instead, he just shrugged, "And it might not be to your taste. But, it's worth a look. A lot of Wall Street guys work out here. If you're serious about running for mayor, that's a lot of potential. Less than feces, though art an Extra, and an Extra, thou shall remain. You are to be fed shit, told shit, and made to eat shit, and you aren't worth shit, simply because thou art an Extra, and the thought of doing nudity with a bunch of naked boys and girls didn't repulse you. So here is what the deal is, chief, this piece of schlock isn't even going to see the casting room floor, it's going right up on the shelf and all you are is a bunch of naked young studly hunks standing around in the. And yeah, I don’t want to lose you, cunt-pie. If that makes me jealous, then I guess I’m jealous. But doesn’t that mean… I love you…?” Claire started to gently rub her cunt-lips, making them squish and squelch against her fingers.Alison thought. “No,” she said firmly. ‘The true lover gives himself up for the one he loves.’ That’s what Father Ambrose said. If all you want is to hold onto me, because you can’t stand being without me – then that’s not real love. Maybe it calls itself ‘love’ – but. I told her that I needed to make a trip back to tie up some loose ends on the move and we agreed to meet. We met at a local rib joint. She was all made up and really looked good. The years were good to her. She was a natural redhead which I absolutely love. She was dressed a little sexy but proper. Being that it was a weekday night hte restaurant was not busy. We grabbed a booth in the back and it was dark. The waitress took our drink orders and we chatted. Our meals came and we chatted some.