It wasn’t as though I was annoyed with her it was more being annoyed with myself for not getting to know her better. There seemed to be so much that...we had missed out on. We could have done a lot more sexually in the past. I wouldn’t have minded about the vibrator. In fact, I would have liked to have used it on her and I certainly would have bought her a magic wand. And maybe if I had gotten to know her sexual bucket list I could have had fun as well helping her with it.But as well as dealing. It's the only thing I own that means anything at all to me. You know how Jim is? He'll either wreck the car, throw my clutch or transmission out, or else put a rod through my oil pan. He's so hard on machinery that it seems like its wrong to even let him drive anything. My 'Vette' is not the kind of car he should be allowed to drive." He isn't that hard on cars. He's just been having a run of bad luck, that's all. It would mean a lot to both of us if you could see your way clear to doing this. I understand that you hoped never to have me in your house again. Brad and I talked over a lot last night, and we agree both of us showed an extreme lack of good judgment the last time we dated. We are gonna make a real effort to keep things quite and not ruffle any feathers this time. I've already spoken with Jim, and we've come to an understanding that'll make things different on that front as well." Let me guess, he offered you a place to stay and said that he didn't care what you did as. “Absolutely not. I’m like a boy scout.” Dave said and he crossed his heart with feigned sincerity. I still had on the g-string from the club, my blouse and my skirt, and those infernal band aids that Sam had insisted I put on. “Do you know they make the girls where band aids on their nipples? I had to put them on before they would let me dance. They are driving me nuts.” I complained. Jim immediately saw yet another opportunity. “Well I bet Dave and I could take them off for you. Couldn’t we.