When Jen went out tonight she was on a mission. As a reward she told me she was going to bring a woman home with her for both of us to enjoy. "Hi Hone...," she smiles. Towering over her shoulder I see the catch 'o the night. She is tall, taller than me, with obviously frosted blond hair and blue eyes and smeared red lipstick. She appears to be about Jen's age, maybe a little younger, which means she has to be 10 to 15 younger than myself. Her blouse is unbuttoned to her navel and in the center of. In the beginning when I had my first best seller, the fame was a real ego boost. By the third book, I was a recluse. The constant violation of my privacy got old very, very quickly.I pissed off the limo driver when I ordered him to pick up the vagrant's things and put them in the trunk, because we were going to the hospital to check on her condition.Now limo drivers are the upper echelon of the NYC driver world. He looked as if he was going to tell me where to stick my request, but the two $100. ." he murmured.Taking his penis in my hand and stroking with wiggling fingers I asked, "Does your wife suck it?" Not like that," he answered, his eyes closed."Hey keep a watch ok?" I reminded him, knowing he was cum drunk but conscious of the fact we were still in an apartment parking lot. The rainy day provided some cover, but no sense letting a resident walk up to the next car without being aware of it."Yeah, yeah right," he opened his eyes and craned his neck both ways. All clear.His penis. The smile faded quickly when Theresa and Kathy gave each other angry looks as they got out of the car. They didn't look at each other as they stormed into the house. I knew better than to expect a hello from either of them."Tell her to leave," Theresa spat out. "It's not her turn and you fucking owe me again. You better be planning on fucking me a dozen times to make up for fucking her twice last week. Just because she's prettier doesn't mean you get to give me the short straw." Tell her to.