Both had a mixture of looks on their faces- from an occasional grimace to a sleepy smile until they had the stubs sliding in and out with ease. This t...me, there was a little blood trickling down the thighs of both.“Damn- that felt good ... are you gonna fuck us now?” asked Barb“Not just yet, hon. I need to run next door and get a couple things. Be right back.” I took off out the door like a shot.Going back into my room, I hit my stash of condoms. Hell, every normal 18 yr old has at least one. That’s what I live for, the nights where I know I did something that had an impact on someone. So what do you do?’ I asked, turning the conversation away from me. I hate patting my own back. ‘I was a realtor. I started my career in New York and then moved down here once both of my kids went to college down here. My boy studied law enforcement at Florida State and my girl studied business at Miami. I worked for about twenty years in the Tampa area before I retired, back in ’12. So what made you. It looks like we are in this together.’ His steely gaze met her look of panic. ‘I’ll just need to get some essentials.’ She peered inside the car at her belongings. What things can I absolutely not do without? she thought. After much consideration, she settled on just the one suitcase, as well as her cosmetics bag, her Louis Vuitton handbag, and the backpack containing her art supplies. ‘I am sorry, miss, but you shall have to travel much lighter than that.’ She dashed back to her car and. "Alright jackass, I'll make a few calls. I've got a studio in mind that would be just perfect for you," Bruno replied, a slight hint of mischief in his voice. "It's not a big studio, probably not one you would have heard of, but no fucking way you're gonna start out on top. Matter of fact, I think your gonna start on the very fucking bottom," he guffawed."That's perfect, Bruno. Thanks, man, I owe you one." No turd face, you owe me $500 big ones. If they agree to see you, I'll call you right.