.. dribbled a bit, you know?" How would I know? I'm only a schoolkid, what would I know about screwing?" Her eyes were like saucers. "Let's assume you...got her pregnant then. That's a nuisance. And how disappointing, too!" What d'you mean?" Well, when you give me a baby ... or whenever anyone does, for that matter ... I want it to be a memorable experience, not an accidental dribble." She looked so indignant, Russ had to laugh. He took her hand without thinking, and she gave a little gasp,. The jail turned out to be cold—fucking wonderful.One thing about being in the tank, I had time to think if not to drink. I took stock of my situation. My wife had screwed me over. I had a minimum wage job—with tips extra—yippie-i-oh-ky-ay! I had picked up a transsexual or whatever to date; and, I didn't even know it. Oh yeah, and I almost forgot: I'm in fucking jail! What a fucking mess.I thought back to Jennifer's date for the night. His look of amusement? Was it because he knew, or more than. It had become a ritual between them but she was standing on her own two feet now and didn’t need it. And after my weekend with George in Dallas, my accepting money from him would just be horribly wrong on so many levels.So here I was, shorter hours, and no extra cash on the side. College wasn’t going to pay for itself.I was discussing this in bed with Momma one night, leaving out the prostitution part of course.“ Could this wait a few minutes honey…ugh.. I’m kinda busy”, Momma grunted.Momma. " "You were looking up my skirt while I was on the ladder? What are you a little pervert or something?” her voice gets louder. "No Ma’am, not at all. Of course not! I just think you're hot and you have a nice body and a beautiful face.” he returns smiling. Miss Rashad looks at Chris as if for the first time. He's tall, about six foot one. His skin was about the same color as hers. His hair was in corn rows. He had a handsome face and beautiful pearly whites as he stands there smiling at her.