”I nodded. “One of my girls called us ‘Winchester’s Broken Toys’ when we had to talk about what had happened to me,” I told her. “I told...her none of us are broken.”“What DID happen to you?” she asked, getting to the heart of her interest, I thought.“One of the girls told me she loved me and asked me to help her feel good again, swearing to me that she was ready. Ever since that night, her version of what happened gets a little closer to her calling me a rapist. The comparison gets a little more. "Where are you two off to tongiht? Somewhere romantic?" she asked, hoping secretly that he was staying, ,though thinking back she couldnt remember him ever going anywhere with her, or entering the house while she was watching the c***dren. "Oh no dear it's just me and Areline tonight, Simon is staying home, he'll be in the office as usual, do me a favour and bring him something to drink later and make sure the k**s are in bed by 10, gotta go love, see ya at. " Oh come on..." Jamie pleads, and every instinct in my body is telling meto take Jamie into her bedroom and spend the night entwined with herbody... But I know just how bad an idea that would be in the long run."Jamie," I say calmly. "You're going through a lot right now, things inyour life are changing, and casual sex with a friend isn't going tochange that." Can we at least sleep together WITHOUT sex?" Jamie asks. I open mymouth, and I almost find myself agreeing to Jamie's idea, but. The tighter the better. A cowboy hat was a necessity. I was a shooter wench. I wore a belt of liquor too. The sluttier the outfit the more I got it and the better tips I made.Q. Describe yourself.R. At the time I worked at the bar I had just turned 20. I was small about five feet tall, 100 pounds soak and wet. I ran and worked out. I did not have an ounce of fat on me. I had a small hard stomach, runners legs, a tan. I looked good. My brown hair fell to my ass. My tits were firm.