He called up to the box just before they took the field again."My daughter show up, yet?" No, sir," came the response.Then it was back to the game.The...girls found the door Zoe had told them to. Judith pushed it open, carefully. There were racks with clothing hanging on hangers, or draped over the tops of the rolling racks. One woman was making the final touchups on what looked like a Las Vegas showgirl costume. The bra she was wearing had the tips of the bra cut out, so that her nipples were on. She fell in love with her aerobics instructor. I can’t be mad; her instructor was a very sexy young lady. I’ve tried dating a few times but I work sixty hours a week and damn too tired to even try.What I did discover though is an adult store just five blocks from my apartment - the ex got the house - which rents out adult movies. An hour in just my boxers in front of the tv, jacking off to amateurly acted porn is easier than weeks working on a new relationship this late in my life.I handed my. I watched as her and Butch found a booth in the corner of the room. The lights were dimmed but you could still see what was going on. I looked hard and there were several bikers back there, some were getting fucked by their girlfriends. One skinny gay k** was getting his ass wrecked by his beefy biker boyfriend. Butch sat down in the booth and Debbie soon took her vest off, pulled of her black T-Shirt and unsnapped her black leather bra. There she stood topless in public where anyone passing. My body stinks of B.O. and fish and faeces. My arm pits are smelly. I stink between my hips, like fish at the front, and faeces at the back. I have no friends. Nobody likes me. Everyone thinks Im a smelly loser. I get bullied and mocked by the bitchy popular valley-girls, they gossip and giggle about me, about how I stink, about my lame clothes, about how much of a dweeb and a loser I am, and when they see me in the hall they chant Smelly-boy, smelly-boy, Jonothons a smelly-boy! over and over.