’I whimpered in frustration, I was so needy to rub my legs together.He kept talking. ‘You want something hard, don’t you? Something that pushes ...nto you and into you and into you… You want it to be wide and ungiving. Something that stretches you. Pushing into you, Forcing you to open up, filling you…’He laughed at my involuntary whimper of desire. ‘Yes, you do. Let’s put a toy into the animal,’ he said. ‘She can learn what happens to sluts who can’t keep their legs closed.’The man at the other. He was wearing a Hawaiian Shirt and cargo shorts like a typical tourist at the beach.I am not good at small talk. I must have one of those faces where people feel the need to come up and talk to me about their day and what is going on. I usually make it very clear I am not interested in conversation or shooting the breeze. I’d prefer people just get right to the point if they have a question or fuck right off.I instinctively knew that was my old Blair behavior, and I was expected to engage this. I was going out to the bars nearly every night. It got to be boring, so my friend Kevin came up with a challenge. The first challenge was to be the first to hook up with a guy, the loser would buy the next night's drinks. Since we were both straight it wasn't our norm, but we decided to go for it. I sat at the bar in the Rainbow Room and ordered my first drink. I looked up and there was the hottest guy that I’ve ever, before or since, seen. He was standing on the edge of the dance floor, a. I think that she is being held against her will somewhere in the Jewish community, and I am not a Jew, so I would have a hell of a time finding her. On the other hand, you and your friends would not create much of a fuss if you were looking for her."I want to hire you and some other boys to look for her. I will pay two-bits to everyone who looks, a dollar to anyone who brings me news that I can use, and $10 to anyone who can tell me exactly where to find her. The two-bits is for one day or.