Afterwards, we talked and I agreed to stay and party for the weekend, to play some more. I was shown around the place a bit and then to a room, where ... took a shower and I laid down for some rest. It was already like 1 AM, but I was tired so I went to sleep.just after I went to sleep, maybe two am or so, I got woken up to three guys, they wanted me to fuck them too, which was cool, but I was tired so I told them “maybe later.” without even a hesitation the three of them dragged me out of the. Then he comes to my till and pays for the chocolate bar and as he goes to leave, he hands me a little envelope. Weird, I thought, as another customer comes through and I don’t have a chance to look at it. I shove it in my back pocket for later. On my break I pull it out and read it ‘wanna text me, cutie?’ I laugh. Then I get serious, is he for real? No, he’s just messing with me. It’ll be a set up to humiliate me. But, what if it isn’t? As I think about it, I wish I would have paid more. Wednesday wasn’t a good day for her she was stressing about issues in the job and unexpected expenses. So instead of good sexual activities I had to be all ears and let her vent. Leaving wit my balls still full was a bit frustrating. Now if you’ve read my other stories you know I’m married and have a mistress. Me and my wife have a very weird relationship. We never have sex I only fuck her feet. I’m sure she has a boyfriend but that’s another story. So anyways me and my. You did a wonderful job on that book." It's selling well," he said. "Not as well as it would have if I'd played for the Yankees, but well enough, considering." You have a first-rate publisher." Yes." Do you happen to know whether your editor handles novels as well as biographies and other non-fiction?" I happen to know that she does," he said. "Her name is Gwen Riordan. I know she handles several novelists because she frequently complained to me about their foibles and eccentricities in the.