I started to ask her a question…when she looked up and smiled a stuck her tongue out to show the piercing and said “You do know what this is for d...n’t you?”…then she preceded to show me. After a few minutes …she said…”we don’t need a motel…drive down by the underpass under the highway…no one will bother us…” I started the truck and headed down to the area she had suggested…as she never stopped giving me some of the best head I have ever had…When we reached the spot Roxie had suggested…I closed. I thought that the instructors would be girls, but I guess he’s alright. ‘And that concludes your tour.’ He says with a sigh. ‘Thank you,’ I say, annoyed. ‘What’s your name?’ He asks, actually sounding interested. ‘My name’s Ivy,’ I say. ‘What’s yours?’ ‘Barry,’ he says with a grin. He seems sort of full of himself, but I’m not completely sure yet. About ten minutes after the tour, we begin out lesson, and Barry seems to be blown away at the fact that I’m almost as good as all the other. That days lessons probaby should have been free. I was not really there. I went home with the same mindset, she was all I could picture, all I could think about. I got home and looked at the stained shirt and wondered how bad it would be when I could get it cleaned. Like most of my shirts it was a concert tee from a show I had enjoyed. I didn't have any music on tap for tonight so I settled in. I wasn't on the schedule the next day and I was fairly busy going back and forth between a few. The weather was hot and I was pretty sweaty from the booze. And I was atthe point where my two eyes didn't seem to want to look in the samedirection - it helped if I closed one eye because then I didn't have tostruggle to coordinate them. So I figured that I'd take a break andstaggered over to a nearby tree. I sprawled at its base, opened my shirt,and took advantage of the breeze. I noticed a group of four or five girlsa little way away - they were giggling and occasionally glancing in.