What's yours? Would you like something to eat or drink? Sit and talk? Watch a movie, maybe?"She grabbed my wrist and slapped the packets of rubbers in...o my hand, then stared up at me with a blank expression. So, okay, I can take a hint after it's been pounded into me by a 20-ton steam hammer.I looked at her closely for the first time. She looked to be about my age, or maybe a couple of years younger; she had short black straight hair with bangs over her face in what I assume was the traditional. But even if I write something, you'll have to take the time to compose the score. How long did that take you?"Greg groaned."We were hoping you might be able to write something that goes with the scores I've already done," he said."We?" I wondered.He sighed."No," he said with his head up. "She was wondering that." If it was as easy as she makes it sound, songwriters would not be paid for their work," I replied. "Not that I've been paid for my work. But, you get my point." I hope," I added.He. .satin material...lace around the legbands and the waistband. Apretty little pink satin bow on the front and thin satiny ribbonsoutlining sexy white lace inserts along the sides. They were the mostfeminine of panties...and they were mine. "OMG...I couldn't...Ishouldn't...I've never seen anything so hot! Are those Molly's too?Jeez...those panties are so...er...whew." He was almost speechless...andhis penis was starting to rise to the occasion. "No, Matt. These aren'tMolly's. They're mine...and. She did not like to pay bills. June did like to fuck.June liked to fuck lots of people. She would ride your dick. She would eat your cunt.June liked to fuck her boss. Her boss had a wife. His wife did not like June.June lost her job. June was broke. She did not have any cash. She did not have good credit.She told me, “I do not want to sleep in my car.” She asked, “Can I sleep on your couch?”I said, “Yes you can, June. Stay with me for a few months. Sleep any place you want.”June liked that.