He avoided her and tried to walk past, but she grabbed him and hung on to him."We must talk!" she cried out. "I am sorry, but it is really not my faul.... Please stop and listen!"Alec shook her off. He carried a suitcase, a raincoat hanging over his arm.Juliana slipped on the stone floor; she almost fell."Please," she begged. "I did it all for you." Sinking to her knees, she blocked his way. He stood over her, his shadow covering her face."You are a filthy, cheating whore," he said. His voice. She mentally shook her head and looked him in the eye. The man wanted to play dirty, huh? Ana smiled. She hadn’t watched her smut filled shows for nothing. ‘You know, I’m beginning to think that you’re asking me for more than my drink order. Seeing as how I already told you what I wanted.’ He smiled. ‘Well. I could be. Then again, the club is so noisy I probably didn’t hear what you had said.’ She leaned in and whispered ‘I want a screwdriver and a marguerite on the rocks. And possibly you. Wanting to fuck someone is natures need for procreation, the physiological problem arises in the minds of the ones not getting any, so the lucky ones getting all the pussy, are being branded because they are unabashedly giving us girls what we want.I always had a knack of spotting the dirty men, especially when I was young. As girls we never were aware of how we played, rough and tumble, skirts riding high, knickers exposed and pulled up tight between our cheeks, were giving those men who sat. She sat at work wishing she didn’t have to be there, imagining her bosses reaction if he realised shed slipped her fingers into her swollen cunt under the desk, the other hand working away with the mouse on the computer. It was the slowest day ever, she achieved nothing as she couldn’t focus her mind on anything other than sex.When she got home she found an old tape she had bought a few years ago from a dark little shop in Islington when she too worked in the city. She put it into the dusty.