" I tell her. She points her index finger in the air indicating $100 dollars. I get my wallet out of my pants and lay the money down on a little table...near the bed. Yeah I'm a sucker.She smiles and holds up a finger again this time indicating for me to wait a minute.She comes back in the room and closes the door. Didn't even notice there was a door. she turns on this little red light on the small table which really sets the mood. She slips off her shirt, she's wearing a pink bra slightly too. .. Way bigger.Stefan caught me looking, and smirked, "Bet your girlfriend is tired of your puny body, eh?"I rolled my eyes and buried the shame deep in me. She probably was. Ever since Stefan came into my life, I caught her looking at him with her eyes glazed over with lust and Stefan played the devil. He gave her a show every time, by just walking around in his boxers. And like most of his clothing, his boxers too were tight around his body. His ass was tight and glorified, and his cock. It wasn't much but I thought it was a pretty amazing place.The shower was almost always cold because the water heater didn't work that well. So I took quick showers. There wasn't a washer or dryer so, I had to take my clothes to a laundry mat....that also was owned by Mr. Peterson. He also owned the only car wash in town too. I soon discovered that living on my own was very tough on minimum wage. I cut meals out to save money and started walking to work and school instead of driving to save gas. I think you need a massage for those aching feet and legs I intoned... We can skip the movie and check out a DVD and make a nice dinner at my place.That sounds great she said.As we made our way back to my place I told her to take her shoes off and set the cruise control.Put your left foot up here I said as she rested it on my leg.I began slowly rubbing small circles in the arch of her foot.Oooh that feels sooo good she cooed as the tension began melting away,as I glanced over at her I couldn't.