Not at Broadthroup and Brown. Not with Winston. Not with Brad. None of it was stable. But I, who had once been celebrated for decisiveness and initiat...ve, had no desire, no intention, no will to make a change. I did not even know what change I wanted. Which was real: the person I had seemed to be all my life, who excelled at school and work, or the person I was with Brad? The only indicator was that I remained passive. One evening though, half hysterically, I did confront Brad. We were in his. “At a dance back in the late fall, a girl came on to me. I’d like to say that it was my classical profile or charming personality. It was really because -- I’ll call her Nancy because that wasn’t her name, Nancy’s long-time boyfriend had cheated on her. Or, really, it’s because she had caught him.“All I had going for me was that I looked clean and that I was fairly tall. The BF wasn’t, and was apparently sensitive about that. Anyhow, instead of driving her home, I drove her here. She screwed me. I licked my lips and took him into my mouth. I started working my mouth as far as I could down his cock. He let out a sigh, and suggested we move onto the bed.Mark got on his back, and I resumed sucking his cock. I stroked him while my lips and tongue concentrated on his head. I could feel and taste his pre-cum on my tongue. The taste and smell had me mesmerized. After a few minutes, Mark stopped me. He grabbed the pillows and put them in the middle of the bed. He instructed me to lay over them. Hundreds of bucks had finished on her thong and bra. Her popularity as stripper among the men that filled “Red and Blue Dancing Club” was not only due her curvaceous 5’ 7’’ body, or her rounded 42HHH breasts (They were implants, but never mind), or the erotic, sensual way in which she slid her voluptuous anatomy along the pole. In fact, all of them were morbidly attracted to the local to see as the famous vigilante called Pandora, stripped her totally down on a stage, in an integral.