“Randall,” Joan said, “Your wife told me that you would like to speak to a young person without coming off like a pervert.”Ruthie giggled.“I...felt ‘simpatico’ with your wife, understanding your concern, and talked to Ruthie about this. She would love to answer any questions you have. Go ahead?”“Can I record this, Ruthie?” I asked.“Sure!”I turned on my recording device and asked Ruthie to sit up on the bed alongside me.A quick descrfiption of Ruthie: Short blond hair, blue eyes, if she wears a. I am going to get me one, one day. My father is a black and half a pimp, dead beat dad. I live here in Baltimore Maryland. “The home of the Wire” as they say. My mother and father were like a lot of other young parents; all they chose to do when they was young was party and not be responsible for the child they had. So when I was six weeks old my father left us and decided to move out of Baltimore. My mother started using drugs and eventually gave me away to my aunt. One night late I woke up in. My suspicions about the whole project grew in my mind. And as long as my wife was hesitant about acting intimately and withdrawing herself from Rohit’s face, I could sit there watching it. But the scene which they shot just now…..She seemed to go after his tongue like anything and it appeared as if she wanted to permanently keep his tongue inside her mouth. No…., things were going out of control! But, there was no point in blaming my wife for it. I only put her into this and which woman of 28. I pulled my head out from between her legs, rolled us over so I was on top of her, I climbed up on top of her and looked down on her beatiful face, she had a big smile on her face I kissed her and she said damn I taste great, I said you taste wonderful. She got a serious look on her face and said fuck me John I need you in me. I looked her in the eyes and said I will never fuck you, I’ll only make love to you but not here you deserve much better. Megyn asked me to hand her the phone, and dilled.