I think it may have something to do with the touch of ADD that I have.Well it was finished, apart from doing a spell check and another read, but the w...rds were there. I got them down and out. I felt great and gave up a big sigh.Just here I should point out that the story was about young love and at points it had the writer near to tears, well choked up anyway. (No guy will admit to tears). I had taken my time with this story and it just cascaded from deep within me. All my feelings for women. I didn't mind much because I was more desperate for money more than pain relief. The cash flow alleviated a lot of that burden that was wrapped around my neck.I was about to find the heft of life was about to improve yet again. Janice turned up on my doorstep broke, and famished for more than my hydros. She sought drugs and yet another escape from the labors of being a new parent. She told me she was willing to offer something much sweeter than green pigmented presidential cotton. That's when. No matter how many times I had strapped on my gear and faced a new opponent on the football filed, I was never as nervous as I was at that very moment. With some final words of encouragement, I exited the company car Shannon had drove and headed into the lobby looking for the restaurant where I was supposed to meet the clients. I found the entrance and waited behind the ropes at the podium for a waiter to come and get me. After a few moments a waiter came to the podium and asked, “How many in. As I took in the figure before me my eyes landed on the most amazing breasts I’d ever seen. Once I managed to look her in the eye she grinned, winked, and leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.Thirty minutes later we were in a loud club downtown, lots of drunk college kids listening to stupid music. I hated clubs, but I was enjoying my company. Miranda and Ashlynn decided I was their date for the night and they both were dancing with me at the same time. Ashlynn’s ample ass was grinding into my.