”The bartender leaned against the back counter with his arms crossed over his chest. He said, “You won’t find any drunk drivers leaving here. I ...ake the keys away from them before they get too far gone.”“That’s good to know,” Victor said despite the fact that he wasn’t going to take the man’s word for it.Shaking his head, the bartender knew that Victor didn’t believe him. He headed to the other end of the bar to wait for another customer to enter the bar. It was a slow night. As far as he was. It must have been hazy, but next thing I knew I was sitting on a longcouch. Opening my eyes, I uttered "Where am I....?" seeing a ratherlarge room, a living room perhaps? It looked rather rough, I noticed thetattered wallpaper and sand piles on the wall corners. The dim streetlights were on, and I could smell the salty waft of the sea a bit. Icould nod off some more, this couch is quite comfy."Kris, are you there?" I call out into the pale twilight. I heard noanswer back, but I then heard a. Now you can quit your job at Transit, become a house husband, and fuck all those different women in the afternoons. This also means we can easily afford to have our babies and our new home and never have to worry about money!”She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him tight and not caring her bare ass was in view of those behind her. “Make sure you sign the back of your ticket so no one else can claim it belongs to them.”“Good idea.” She took a pen from her purse, hesitating a moment.. “Yes,” I replied. I took in a deep breath and forcibly exhaled. She was drop-dead gorgeous and stripped right in front of me. She slipped her arms out of the spaghetti straps of her bra and allowed it to fall to the floor. Her breasts were perfect, her nipples perched on top of two luscious globes. “Sometimes . . .” she said softly as she continued to slowly walk towards where I stood, “…sometimes, I get desperate.” She unfastened the top snap of her jeans as she stopped right in front of me. .