. I want to show you that just because you have a dick, doesn't mean you have to be a prick!" she said. "I know about you and your ex... about how he ...et you up and let you take the fall for his drug dealing. Believe me, darling, you aren't the first to tell such a story. And I'm afraid you won't be the last."I'm not saying that all men are assholes–there are a few good men still left. But there are a lot more that are lying, cheating, two-timing pricks!" she said.Then Roxie did something that. Neither did she.By the end of my second beer, she turned to me, looked me in the face and said:'Do you want to fuck me..?' I wasn't surprised or shocked with what she asked me and, to be honest, the idea had briefly crossed my mind also. I did worry about the husband's reaction though since I don't want to have any problem with anyone's boyfriend or husband, no matter young or old. It's not that I'm scared or so, it's just not worth it.So without hesitation I replied: 'Later..!' She laughed out. "So what's the problem here? I just don't get it."Helen was sitting across the table from Jane. She leaned forward. "Are you comfortable with sending Lacey Fetterman to prison for the rest of her life for killing her rapist?"Jane looked uncomfortable. "That's not the point," she said."It most certainly IS the point," said Helen. "If we find her guilty, that's what's going to happen, plain and simple." No it's not," said Waldo suddenly. "She can get parole in ten years."Helen looked at him now.. She had really nice breasts, and they looked kind of fake. Brittany had a boob job, I remembered, but she'd denied it."Are these real?" I asked and I pressed my palms against them, rolling the soft flesh under my fingers. I didn't feel anything, no silicon, or saline, or whatever they're using these days. And she didn't have any scars, not yet anyway."Yesss..." She moaned. "They're reaaaaal!!! Owwwww!!" She cried out when I dug my long fingernails into her firm boobs. I pulled and twisted and.