He was so excited with that idea and we ended up fixing a date for that night. Jumping forward to the date, I made sure I was dressed naughty for him....My sexy thong, no bra, short summer dress and heels. At the bar and restaurant he was all over me, even fingering me in the car ride. I gave him a show on the way back to my place. While he drove, I pulled my dress up, pulled my thong down by my knees and played with my pussy. I played and moaned till I came right in the passenger seat. Andy. I loved it. I loved the effect it had on me. I loved Ann.The shoes I loved less. The heels were at least an inch higher than I was comfy with. But not high enough to make a fuss about it. Ann wanted me to wear them and so I would wear them. Her eyes burnt holes in my ass as I staggered to the kitchen, still wobbly on the heels. Would have to practice every minute I could if I didn't want to look like a duck. Which, of course, wouldn't do. I wanted her to be proud of me even more than I wanted. That episode had cost Paul a concussion, a swollen ear, bloody nose, black eyes and two cracked ribs. Driving home we decided I should start using the morning after pill so the next day we bought a few packs of Levonelle. I began a regime of being a prostitute on Saturday, a gang banger on Sunday and on arriving home take the pill. We knew that this wasnt the way to use these pills but what choice did I have. Paul and I didnt make love because we were both too frightened of the consequences of. ”“Coach, so far you got me. Seven sounds good. See you then.”The next evening we met at Edwin’s and had an unbelievable meal. Edwin himself came over to greet Coach and sat at our table for a little bit after we were done. We exchanged pleasantries, when Edwin got up to leave us; he picked up the tab and carried it away.Coach leaned in and said, “That reminds me of something else that went on a few years back when I was at Westside. I’ll tell you about that later.”Two pints of stout were.