At one table is a business woman who appears to be either very pissed or frustrated with something she’s working on. Laptop out, papers all over the...table and she wouldn’t know it if a bomb went off. Just under 30 I’m guessing. Probably a couple years out of college, maybe a year or two on the job at a law firm or similar where they have laid a ton of shit on her to see how fast and easily she can climb the ladder. A few more tables have a random scattering of men and two other women. Everyone. She also told me that Diana was a wonderful lover.”David was still surprised at what had just happened. “If we’re going to have sex, I think you should call me David.”“Thank you, David,” she said, touching his arm again. “I can’t wait to get your cock in my mouth.”Slipping off the underwater bar stool, David said goodbye and thought he’d better let Diana know that they would have a bed guest this evening.Leaving the bar, David decided to walk the grounds. He had a master key to all of the. Life is too frigging short to worry about what a bunch of nobodies think. Just live your life.The summer is here at last and I'm a butch girl on the prowl. These are my adventures. There are lots of pretty women in the ethnically diverse cities of Newport and Boston, my favorite hunting grounds. Even though I'm only twenty years old, I'm a veteran of this game. When it comes to women, I've had just about all of them. Not bragging, just being honest. From high-powered executives to robust. His dark eyes glittered with amusement and pleasure. If he was at all putoff at seeing me dressed like some sophomore tart, he gave no indication.Instead he stomped away down the passage, making a spastic arm gesturewhich I could only assume meant we should follow."I'm sure you're all tired." He spoke over his shoulder as he led theway. The passage showed none of the aesthetic design of the rest of theclinic: these tunnels were bare concrete, the ceiling writhing withexposed cabling and piping.