”There was a pause that Jim refused to fill. This was the turning point in the conversation and Jim knew that whoever spoke first here would lose.Th...re was a sigh from the other end of the line.“All right. When and where?” Jim was tempted to say “room 208 Pinecrest Motel” but instead he said, “You know that little café over on Oak Street?”“Yes, I know it.”“When can you meet me there? Afternoon coffee; say around three?”“Hang on a sec, let me check my calendar ... Yes, three will work. I’ll see. ”“Well, we have that in common, I mean I did get an agent, but he wasn’t worth a good God damn. He kind of hinted I could sleep my way to the top. Once he got me in bed a couple of times, he moved on to the next wanna’ be starlet. I more or less got pimped out to a few of his contacts that he wanted favors from.”“Damn, that was one rough lesson.”“Yeah, unfortunately I didn’t learn from it. What’s the old cliché’ about learn from your mistakes or you’re condemned to repeat them? I was a slow. Ishtar had not expected to see him there and was nervous trying to figure out why he was there. He knew that since his wife would recognize him he had to pretend like he did not know John. There was no telling what was going to happen. All he could do was watch and wait.John stood out amongst the party goers not only because he was white but because he was handsomely dressed in a suit and tie. Nearly all the other men were wearing blue jeans with polo shirts and sandals. Casually John walked. Bobby's inside. We can go inside, to my bedroom, and draw the curtains part way. When Pat comes back, we'll see the car lights, and you can get out by the patio door. O.K.?" C'mon! I can't wait. I'm wet already, and the thought of your tongue inside me, and your teeth on my clitty, is making my pussy drip."Molly rose from her knees, at the side of the lounge, and took me by the trunks, pulling me toward the patio door she knew led to my bedroom. As she backed toward the door, I gazed at the.