Then she knew I was lying. We were chatting normally like that for many days there were not sex talk but we were speaking Double meaning. One days whe... I was chatting I asked did you watch porn. For that she dint reply. I asked what happened she dint reply. Again I asked what happened. She told me why are you asking like this and she told ya I have watched around 5 to 6 times. I asked which one. She told don’t know atlas I asked what did you like in porn very much. She asked me wat you like in. ‘Phil?’ I asked, just his name being enough for him to know I was offering to refill his glass. ‘Thanks, Ron,’ was all that was needed in reply. ‘And you, mate?’ I said looking at the new guy. ‘Why, thank you, I’ll have a still orange if I may?’ he replied in what I thought was an unnecessarily loud voice. ‘Hey, look, grab a pint quick, whilst Ronny’s buying,’ Phil chimed in. ‘It’s happy hour and it ain’t that often the miserable old bugger offers to buy a round.’ Phil was right. Most likely. I visited swinging sites looking for couples that wanted a man to join them. But most couples want to meet other couples not single men. The couples that I did contact were either time wasters or just lived too far away. Then I came across Jane and Peter ( not real names). They lived in the same town and she had photos posted showing her face and some taken outside in my home town. There are photos of her in my favourites, but not posted by me. How they came to be on this and other sites I. The victim was reported tobe a well-dressed man about thirty years old with a cut throat."I wondered how much more the police had learned, and weren't saying.They must know Gregg's identity, assuming he was carrying a wallet withhim. How long until they showed his picture to hotel employees, andlearned that he was at the lobby bar last night with an attractivebrunette? I tried to remember if there were security cameras in thehotel lobby, or the elevator, where I kissed him...the memory of.