Anyway, I'd like to talk to you about something. It shouldn't take very long. Would it be alright if I caught a cab and dropped by your shop?" Another...job?" He asked."In a way yes," I responded. "But I'd much rather talk to you about it in person if that's all right." Sure thing, you're the customer Sam," He returned laughing. "Cab you say. Where are you?"I told him where I was at."Hell, I'll drive over and pick you up. With the last couple of jobs you gave me it's the least I can do. See you. She is in her early 40's, latina, thick, married and has a 20 something year old daughter. She is the main bread winner, husband keeps little part time jobs from time to time and likes to go out all weekend to drink and flirt with women. The daughter is never home and I image is doing what a girl in her 20s does. So after they move in Im working under my project car in the back of the house and I hear the fence door open and close. I imagine its the husband taking out the trash or something.... I don’t know…” “Make it up. If I was watching some porn, you think that actor or actress knows my last name? It’s just a stimulus. Or stimuli? Whatever. You’ll be my porn this morning.” “You’re sure about this?” “100% sure. Come on…talk dirty.” “Like, how dirty?” “Like how dirty? Seriously? Come on…fuck me with your words. And don’t worry…I’m clean, so you don’t need protection, and I can’t get pregnant, so don’t be afraid to cum inside me.” Fuck. She wants me to talk dirty? She doesn’t need me. I looked at the caller ID to see who it was. It was Jennie.Jennie was my "friends with benefits" buddy. Almost a year ago Jennie had broken up with her boyfriend. While I was consoling her we accidentally kissed, which quickly led to us undressing each other. Since Jennie and I didn't have romantic feelings for each other we agreed on a pact. For almost a year we called each other just for sex.This call was no different."I've had a horrible day!" Jennie screamed into the phone. She honked her.