...right after leaving home, I had no money. So I moved into the rent controlled apartments (projects). You know the places. There's no drywall. The w...lls are either cinder block, or wood wall paneling. And since there's not a lot of money, for fun there's a lot of group parties. So one Friday evening, at the parking lot soiree and food sharing festival, this woman caught my eye. Attractive but in a interesting way. Not classically beautiful, but put together well. Nice body. And an aura of. It was cold. My little jacket didn't keep me very warm and the windwhistled around my legs. But there was such a buzz. As we came to thefirst pub on our route, I thought, 'Surely we won't go in there.' Itlooked like a basic workingman's boozer.As we stood outside waiting for the stragglers struggling in theirheels, a guy went past and made a comment like, "Ooooh, look at you."He was immediately subjected to abuse from all the girls. We went intothe pub. Ten blokes in dresses in a straight pub.. I needed my control back. I was losing control over myself and I did not like it.All right, I was horny, too. Look, the whole Maggie the Fuck Bunny thing wasn't a smokescreen. This wasn't Maggie using sex to get love. I wasn't that pathetic, OK? My Dad loved me, my brothers loved me, my friends loved me. I was lonely in a certain way, true. But that's not what my promiscuity was all about. I had a lot of sex because I genuinely liked sex. And I mean that in a purely physical way. Orgasms rule,. “So what’s your name?” I asked. “Judy,” she replied. “Does Judy have a last name?” I asked. “Gonzalez,” she replied. I told her that I would need to get some photos of the storage units. “Do I need to go with you?” she asked. “No,” I replied, “I think I can handle it.” I stepped out a side door to the office and took a few photos with my phone camera. Judy stepped out beside me and lit up a cigarette. I snapped a few more photos and stepped into the parking lot. I turned and took a photo of.