.." Jimmy began, wheezing and choking as he tried to figure out what was happening to him."Yes, Jimmy?" Brenda replied calmly, patiently, even though ...he knew full well what the problem was."Mrs. Winter, something's wrong!" You're doing it, Jimmy," she explained. "This is how it's supposed to feel at the end... the very end!" I need to stop," he claimed, panicked and out of breath."No. You need to go," Brenda insisted, smacking him repeatedly on his bare ass with her open palm. "Go... faster.... “Look,” she said, “don’t get me started.”“You never finished your list of my faults.”“Every time I start to set them down in order, I discover a new one for the top of the list. Well, anyway, the next time we fight we’ll qualify for marriage counseling.” She had a point.“Is that a promise? ... Well, children? Sometime, but when you’re more settled in a career.”“One child when I’m settled in a career. Whether we’ll have more depends both on our experience with that child and on the career.”. We hugged over the counter. "What are you doing back in town?" I asked. "Oh, just visiting. Got a little bored down there and Kyle came down, bringing me up here." He shrugged it off. "I see. Well at least you're staying at a nice hotel, right?" I grinned. He winked at me just as another person came in. Two children followed her, fighting until one got pushed down and starting screaming. "I think that's my cue to leave." He smirked. "But before I go..." I scribbled something on a pad of paper. One guy was a long haul trucker who wanted me to whore myself out at night on truck stops and be spanked during the day while he drove. That sounded wild.Another guy lived in Australia out in the outback, and he told me he would stake me out in the wilderness and make me fuck crocodiles and “Jackaroos” somehow.A guy claimed to live in the ghetto and said he’d make me his top bitch and send me out to turn tricks.I knew the majority of them were just talking shit, but it was flattering to see how.