I derived a great deal of pleasure from this adoration. It didn’t make up for the lack of respect my profession generated in this world, but if I co...ldn’t have respect, I suppose appreciation was the next best thing. After all, it is the mechanism by which all creatures are drawn to higher things. Some think they must grasp with a stranglehold that which they desire, but that does not render the desire itself wrong. Anyway, Bobby had a sincere, distinct, and pointed appreciation for the work of. Ace had begun showing up at meeting with friends of his. A few of them she recognized from the old days. They were jocks who had fucked her and she didn’t like being around them. She didn’t want to be around men who knew her that intimately. She only wanted to be with Ace and this caused new arguments. “What is he doing here?” she’d say as she pulled him aside for a whispering argument. “Get rid of him!” But Ace would not. And there encounter continued, without privacy. Ace took her into the. Placing it against the wall to get a good stretch."You know, I could help you with that stretch, if you'd like," I heard from behind. I looked back and there was Eric, standing in his Speedo with a towel over his shoulder. "I am a professional, after all." He smiled."No, it's all good," I replied, not thinking much of it. "We better get along before they lock us in." Not to worry," he replied. "I'm closing up tonight and I'm pretty sure the place is empty by now."I walked to the closest stall. The acrid smell of weed; and the scent of stale beer and sweaty bodies, pushes me into full consciousness. The lust filled laughter of a familiar female voice makes me far more aware of what's going on. I slide out of my bed angrily and head downstairs.As I get closer to my living room, the TV gets louder and so does the laughter. The smell of the marijuana is almost over powering this close to it.As I enter the living room, I notice four or five men and one woman. The woman is my so-called.