James tried three times to get the bathroom door to close before he succeeded – or so he thought. Anna knew better, but she also knew better than to...do what she was doing. She did it anyway. Anna crossed the room and reached the wall of the bathroom just as the faint click that signaled the latch failing sounded out. As expected, the door drifted open, and Anna looked into the mirror on the wall, which gave her a perfect view of him shaking the last few drops off of his more than considerable. Damn! That face was on a poster, wanted dead or alive at $350. Not given to wanton killing, they decided to make an arrest instead of just shooting him, outright. However, they never had the opportunity.The man was walking toward the far end of the bar when he was jostled by the swamper as he was carrying a crate of whiskey from the store room to the bar. The thug pulled out his bowie knife and snarled, "I'll cut out yer sorry gizzard fer bumping me like that!" Come on, Mister. It were an. I told her it was a pretty disgusting picture that I'm sure she wouldn't want to see (a photo of a blonde with cum all over her face). She said it wouldn't shock her... so I thought about it and said fine... she looked at and smiled... and walked away. After that day our conversations always ended up with some sort of sexual content.We began telling each other things we had done in the past. Some very erotic things... these conversations progressed over weeks maybe even a couple of months. It. What kind of a dickhead would a guy have to be to cheat on that woman?When I got back to the house, I took a shower and then went downstairs into the kitchen.Beth was there, she obviously had a sad face and a story to tell."Don't you want your dinner?" she asked"No thanks," I said, harshly, "I can't afford it." What does that mean," she asked."I smell Marge," I replied. "Everything about that bitch is the carrot and the stick. You offer me something I want, something nice; but the payback for.