As they walked, unshaven down and out street people shoved cards and magazines in their hands, trying to earn enough for the next bottle of cheap rotg...t. Those cards and magazines were full of pictures of buxom girls and phone numbers, offering companionship, i.e. sex, zipless sex for as much as they thought the johns would pay. The Dean party politely took those paper offerings and then, like good citizens, waited to find a waste basket before throwing them away. None of the pictured whores. Awatercooler and a supply of paper cups stood next to the door. It wassomeplace for the President to take an hour or so to just rest his eyesand his mind. If he got the chance.He smiled as he took off his jacket and draped it over the rack. Heunknotted his red silk tie and set that on top of it. Then he glancedover at the door - just to be sure. Locked. With a sigh of relief, hekicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He was careful, _verycareful_ to straighten the pants as he lay. Don’t say anything.’ Buddy: ‘Ok.’ I had played this just loud enough, so that if you listened real hard, you could just make out, what was being played over the music. When I re-entered the bedroom, my wife was squirming against her restraints, not fighting but squirming. I tied a string to the door knob and looped it through the head board of the bed. Normally when we had sex, it was making love, gentle. This time I decided it would be different. I reached down and began to grope her. Grabbing. It was at least an hour before I was able to drive home. I knew then that my days of one night stands and sport sex were over.Call it God, call it fate, or call it a scientific word I can't pronounce; it changed my outlook. Almost getting my ticket punched for the sake of seeking a little pussy made me realize that guys are fucking territorial, and I had been damn lucky to that point. I vowed to myself that I'd never again do the bar scene. I wasn't sure if I'd ever see the inside of a.