Sort of ... dual citizenship and diplomatic immunity, anyway."Reluctantly, they handed the handful over."All of them," she demanded. Possibly the only...reason she wasn't throwing a full bore hissy-fit was because she was sooo well laid and happier than she'd been in almost three years.'All of them' was a box the size of a pair of genuine Australian Saltwater Crock boots ... in fact ... that's what the box was. A box for a pair of a couple of thousand dollar worth of boots."Where did the box come. You've fucked up, Alex. You've fucked up good and proper. I should have known that a man who'd got divorced because of his infidelity wasn't going to stay faithful for long. All men are bastards and you're no exception. I don't think I want anything to do with men ever again in my life." You can't mean that," pleaded Alex. "I'm sure we can get past this." I'm not like your English sluts, Alex. I have standards. I'm not going to tolerate you picking and choosing who you're going to fuck at your. He would rub his belly and little more, I think he wanted to see me more and more crazy. After a long silence, without anything to predict, he said: "I'm going to my room, do you want to come?" I put on my dress, he a t-shirt and we went inside the hotel, in silence, total silence until we entered the room. As soon as he closed the door he picked me up, holding me by the buttocks, and kissed me. I, horny, writhed against him, after a series of flounders he threw me onto the bed. While taking. On the contrary, I'm quite pretty, and I have a smoking body that I work on every day. It's just that I spend too much time worrying what people think about me; I miss opportunities, I turn down guys that are interested in me because I think they'd be turned off when they met the real me. I'm a worrier, a procrastinator. But now I don't have to be. I decided. For this week, I'm going to be someone else. I'll give in to impulses, I'll drink and flirt and dance and have fun. This alternate me.