Gayle came in quietly and parked herself on a stool at my kitchen island “I want a drink; probably more than one.”“How did it go?” I wanted to...know.“I’m all fucked up. I liked him a lot and even though he dicked me over I don’t like the feeling of breaking up.” A single tear fell, soon followed by a torrent. It looked like she had been crying before she got to my apartment and now she was at it again.“What do you want?”She blew her nose on a dish towel, “I don’t care; I just want to get. That doesn't do all that much for me because, like I said, for me they are facing the wrong way. After they finished their set, they would pick up their outfits, throw them off stage somewhere, and go walking out naked into the darkness to the men at the tables.After a while, a set of twins came on stage and undressed each other as they danced. Then they lay down on the stage and began pouring baby oil all over each other's bodies and rubbing each other down. It looked like they were really. The results are quite nuanced and further investigation may well be required.But fuck! What MARS marketing genius decided white M & Ms would boost sales? Probably some P&G washout.I’m sorry. Those white globules look diseased. Mealy. Washed out.“Pulp Fiction.” Every time Travolta goes into a bathroom something bad happens -- a coke overdose, a shooting, a diner robbery.That’s sort of the way I was feeling, minus the bathroom part. When I was in Kansas City, I felt I should be back in. I checked the time on my watch and it said 10.52 pm and 22 seconds. She, by that I mean Jill, was stood there in a pink toweling bathrobe with matching pink toweling slippers, not very sexy I thought but still, I can’t wait to get her out of them. ‘I’m so pleased you got in contact, I need a good session’ Jill said surprisingly eager. She slipped a hand inside her bathrobe and between her legs, she spread her knees slightly, she brought her hand out and rubbed 2 sticky fingers on my on my lips.