I know it never good to judge some just because of their financial status but , some project chick have champagne taste , living on EPT money , and so...e have EPT money and beer taste . Sometimes you just gotta live with what you got , and never inspire for too much greatest .I call here and asked what was her apartment and she informed it was on the top floor , which can sometime be a bad in the project in NYC , because there might a likely chance Both elevators aren't working and you might. For the second day in a row there was kind of a “rough life” looking young couple sitting on a bench in front of the neighborhood Walmart--out of sight of the doors and security.I pulled up close, rolled down the window and held out a $5 bill. The woman got up and approached. I said, “you look like you could use this.”She reached and took it. She looked to be a hard 25 years; 5’5”, slender with mousy blond hair, tight jeans, and a faded t-shirt that looked well-filled. I said, “I could give you. It was the week before my 16th birthday or "LEGAL" as we used to say, using all our male bravado when referring to a girl we found particularly attractive, boasts about how we would "shag the arse off her" once she was legal, empty boasts every one, but you had to at least play the part, besides, I wasn't interested in girls my age, hard to believe I thought them immature when it was quite the reverse, we were the immature ones, sexually, intellectually, everyway ! But they held no fascination. Or so I thought. We got to the motel at about 4 pm on Friday. We checked in, then walked around the town. On the way back to the motel I got a message from John. He ordered me to find a reason to leave the room so I could meet him in the stairwell. I had 15 minutes. I waited for my fiance to get into the shower and ran to the stairwell before my 15 minutes were up. I see John and he gives me a bag with a dress in it. It's really tight, very short, and one size too small for my breasts. He.