But, joking apart, and notwithstanding occasional slips, I am completely opposed, on every ground, to this weakening and really insipid vice, so ruino...s, too, to the constitution and power of enjoyment that lies in the real union of the sexes.However, to return to my story, just let me tell you what happened when Tom, that very afternoon, saw the glorious photograph of Louisa.First, I must recount what I should have told you in my last letter, had not the relation of the scene so overcome me. From the main road, I drove slowly, we reached her home that the place for mostly high-end working communities.She invited her house, I readily accepted and went inside, I expect somebody in her home but no one is there, its quiet and big home I asked her how long you are living here, from last 15 years she said. Are you feel safe she replied yes, shall I prepare coffee or tea? I preferred coffee, we both went kitchen I hold her hands for easy walk, she served me a good coffee, a maid available. Then we'll headout to the steak house." Wow, steak twice in one week? Something wasindeed going on, I worried. We entered the house and Mom began searching through the bag. She pulledout the nail polish, looked at it distastefully, and beckoned me into thekitchen."Sit," she commanded. I sat. She shook the bottle violently for someseconds and carefully twisted the top loose. "Give me your left hand." Iheld my hand out for her and she began applying the liquid. "Now, don'tlet your nails touch. The one I liked the most was me playing a hooker and the guy playing a customer. These were only online games and not for real.But I felt more and more attracted to the idea of trying it for real. I knew all about the dangers of meeting with strangers but it didn’t bother me much.I told a lot of guys online about my idea, some liked it and some not. Paying money for a girl is not everyones idea of fun and I accept that, but there is a deeper meaning to it than just money+sex and for those who.