Uncle Joey's sister, my mother, was a wild girl in her twenties, always on a high, looking for a fix, would find a stunning blond, having her bottom s...rapped against a rough brick casting of a wall, up some dark alley, as the 'Fixer', shagged the shit out of her, and created me, and you wonder why, 'I am all fucked up'? 'Hurry, or you will miss your bus', mother would call out from her bed, her head spinning with the latest fix.I would knock first and wait, uncle Joey would say, 'Come in', and. "Hey - what do you think?"Steve gestured to the doorway of the gym, and Ted turned to look."Hmmm... I like that," he said.Whoever it was had just walked in, alone. It was kind of funny, actually, the three of them hanging out in the corner, just like they had done so long ago. Different now, of course, each of them married -- well, Ted separated, and Ronnie wasn't happy, but still. And here they were, all these years later, ogling women. Steve loved ogling women.Something about her, though -. Marie had googled her new home, and she could see that the opportunities to meet visitors in the bars of five star hotels were going to be almost zero because she would not have much time off from looking after Noora. She sighed inwardly as she remembered the first time that she had realized that she was a slut. That was the night that she had fucked a strange man, and she had sucked another one off. Just the memory was enough to make her feel horny. The thought of that night reminded her of. She stopped, and made another slight face. then raised a finger. Had it been a comic strip, an idea light bulb would have lit over her head.First, she removed her dark-rimmed glasses, and put them into the file cabinet. She reached up, unpinned her hair, and let it fall free, well below her shoulders.Going into a walk again, she hoisted the skirt to the top of one leg, and adjusted the garter. Did she reveal a flash of dark panty? It wasn't clear. Returning to a provocative walk, she wiggled,.