Even though he was 'hot', I actually felt muchmore attracted to Taylor than I did to Brendan. While I was definitely awoman (holy shit - would that ev...r get old?!), I didn't really feel mydesire stir with men. Yet, anyway - I wondered if that would change>At Starbucks, we got coffee and a very late breakfast. Without knowingexactly why, instead of ordering a black coffee and muffin like I oftendid, I knew that I wanted a skinny venti caramel macchiato and a plainyogurt. Taylor laughed and. I left the house only after a few minutes in order to drive with my car to a near baker's shop. It was early in the morning, the sun was shining for all what's worth and life was just beautiful. Thoughts of James or me or the both of us being in trouble, him being possibly my father or getting caught by the police for the murder of Trevor could not find their way into my mind. I'm not sure if I had left my gun on purpose at James' place - it just felt like there was no need to be careful on. On my way home, I noticed that in the closed quarters of my car, I could smell dirty pussy. I thought it must've just been on me and that I'd shower when I got home to clean up! Then I realized I couldn't! What did I get myself into? Now I know I could've just said screw it and showered, and forgot the whole thing. But it's not everyday I meet a girl like Steph, and decided to play her little game! No sooner had I gotten into bed, and was drifting off, my cell rang! I looked at it and it was a. Maybe it was the smell of other people's defecating and the smell of strong bleach, or perhaps it was the simple fact that a change in the law had made what happened in these toilets, technically, no longer i*****l and the thrill that accompanied it, seem somewhat out of date. Needless to say, this scene was getting old, pretty quick.An older guy, somewhere in his 70's, stood beside me, slapping his semi-erect cock against his big gnarly old hands, smiling over to me. I looked over to him and.