“Can I ask you something personal?”“Sure”.“Why do you do it?” she asked.“What?” I asked back.“You know…shoot porno videos.” She ...aid.“I do it for the money. It’s easy money in almost no labor.” I wouldn’t tell her the other reason.“It doesn’t look like you need any.” She gave a nod to the car.“It coasts a fortune a keep this baby shipshape.” I got onto my Mustang.“And one thing,” I said with a wink before driving out, “don’t sleep with Chris again. He’s an asshole. He peed in his pants in 9th. "No," he cried, "they have not wounded, but perhaps they have robbed me!" and he thrust his hands into his pockets. They were untouched; the hundred louis he had reserved for his journey from Rome to Venice were in his trousers pocket, and in that of his great-coat he found the little note-case containing his letter of credit for 5,050,000 francs. "Singular bandits!" he exclaimed; "they have left me my purse and pocket-book. As I was saying last night, they intend me to be ransomed. Hallo, here. He was even open enough that I would occasionally overhear him mention that so and so was a hell of a good fuck or that so and so gave the best head he’d ever had, when he was chatting with Bud.Jon was pretty much of a home-body. I wasn’t aware of any dating that he was doing. His idea of fun was sitting in front of the TV watching whatever sporting event was on at the time, and he was pretty much of a workaholic, probably putting in 50 or 60 hours of work a week. But, as I said, I. "I just want to make sure that you are the one getting the attention while we are out since this is your special day" replied Karen. "Now here is your bag and some sunglasses, lets go" she said as she handed him a pink leather purse and women's sunglasses. "You should find everything you need in your purse, including lipstick, powder, an extra pair of panties and some tampons and pads should you need them" Karen told him as they walked to the car. Bob looked at his wife with a stunned.