She posted all of the names above the blackboards. I had to learn to copy it until I could write it without looking."I really remember that piece of p...per. I remember it saying, Tracy Miller."The Social worker hit me and told me I was saying my name wrong. When I yelled at her my name is 'Tracy Miller!' she hit me again and yelled right back at me, 'Get it right!'"She repeated, 'Your name is Tracy Miltner, ' over and over. We fought back and forth until she gave me a sharp slap across my face. “Yes,” Dexter answered.“I’ll charge five grand on it, but I’d rather have cash for the rest,” she said. Seeing the look on his face, she said, “The five grand is the agency’s commission. I’d rather not pay taxes on the tip.”“Ahh. You’ll have to take me to the bank,” Dexter said.“You don’t have a car?” she asked.Dexter said, “I left it in ... well I left at an airport. I have to go back for it when I’m feeling better.”“Why don’t you rent one?” she asked.“Why should I rent one when you have one?”. No sooner had I shot a jet of come into her than her muscles contracted on my shaft as if a hand on a cow's tit, squeezing it just right to coerce the next stream to come out. And no sooner had one jet pulsed out of me than she was coaxing another by what she was saying."Oh god, Carlos. You always come so much. I feel it running out of me already."I could feel our juices running down the sides of my penis, running down to my balls which were bouncing on the skin just below her vagina, the. When we united it was tragic and beautiful at the same time. I thought of my dad when we did this, but rather than the remorse I expected to feel I was instead filled with joy. I had wanted to see if I could be with another man and in Florida I found my answer. I could. If I so chose to I could lead a happy life with a good family and a loving husband. The revelation took a load off my chest. Our loving was the only confirmation I needed. I wasnt a broken sex toy. I was a doll in the process.