It was an incredible feeling – for about five minutes. I knew the train wasn’t going to leave the station. I was about to fake another orgasm when...the lights suddenly flickered on.Jerry was standing there – fuming!“Hey, man, get the fuck outta here!” the black guy shouted. “You fuckin’ freak.”Jerry didn’t move. He just stood there silently boring holes in me with his icy glare.“Did you hear me motherfucka?” The black guy wheeled around and took a swing at Jerry.Jerry dropped him with sickening. "No. But I have another job at nights," I told her. "I'm a stripper. Tonight's my night off." "A stripper? I'd like to see that," she laughed. "I've never been to a male strip show. Do you do the "full monty"?" "Of course," I replied. Her face went a charming shade of red as she contemplated her next question. "When you are stripping...?" she asked, tentatively. "Yes," I encouraged her. "Do you ever get, you know...stiff?" she finished, giggling like a school girl. "Once or twice when I was. En kanvar oru painter avarum epozhuthavathu thaan velaiku seluvaar, niraiya naatkal avaruku velai irukathu athanaal thaan naan veetu velai seithu kondu irukiren. Naan neenda nalaga kanavan udan ookamal irunthen.Ippozhuthu naan velai seiyum veetirku arugil oru palli irukirathu angu oru valimaiyaana oru uncle irupaar. Avar vayathu 60 aagugirathu aanal paarthaal 40 vayathu aan pola kambeeramaaga irupaar, avar maarbu nangu virinthu irukum. Avar en idam adikadi veetu velai seithu kondu irukum. " Okay, okay, I get it, boss lady." Amber wiped the streaks below hereyes. "I'll try to keep this body of yours in tip-top shape." Not mine anymore, Amber. It's all yours. You've earned it. Paul and Iare retiring the model."Amber nodded and smiled weakly. "Thanks. I 'preciate it." Well then," Jackson said, reaching under her desk. She unzipped aduffel bag, extracted something from within it, and zipped the bagclosed again. She straightened up and produced an item for Amber - ashort, beige.