Just imagine how foreign it is to me, thinking of Los Angeles that way. Most of the time the only thought I had given the place was cursing the bad tr...ffic and wondering why they didn’t just build some more damn freeways!Now, like a bad horror/sci-fi post-apocalypse movie, I was regretting my lack of gratitude for all of the things that civilization had made available to us all. Theaters. Restaurants. Grocery stores. Museums. Even the opera down at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion that I only. She called me in the morning: “How was it?”“Unbelievable! We were so turned on!”She giggled. “And what were you afraid of?”I thought about it again. “Maria, that was weird. How did you know itwould get us so excited?”“You think I don’t know you? Why do you think I sent you in the bedroomthat day? But this is just the beginning. I’m coming over tonight.”“Uh, I don’t know…”“You can’t. “Thanks,” Maddie said to his retreating hand. She noted that, like the elevator she had been using near her room, the buttons for the upper floors were covered in plastic with details on who to call for access to the upper floors.When the car stopped and the doors opened, Maddie was greeted by a full figured, middle age woman. The brass name tag on her sagging bosom declared her name to be Roberta. “Good evening, Ms. Parton,” the woman said. “My name is Roberta. It’s so nice to meet you.”“Nice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I know how politically incorrect this is, I know that I am acompletely selfish fucker."asshole, fucker, selfish bastard, shit-head..." I hear it all... and itmakes me chuckle inside a bit... I still act concerned and contrite... butyou need to know it is pretty well planned out. See, here's the thing, and this is where I get into trouble with a lotof guys... I fucking HATE to wear condoms. I am strictly a top. I tried fora long time to be good and wear condoms... I.