I would rather think that I am fucking a whore tonight rather than my wife.I then asked rittu to to get out. the car and wait for me on the pavement w...th a cigarette in her hand.Rittu got off the car and I explained her that I would come toward her on my car and I would ask her the rates and then she would step in my car.Rittu did as I told her and she started smoking on the road and with tight jeans and a see through top she was looking a real hot bitch and after 5 mins as I came towards her. It was just Ann’s way of responding to these situations. It was the way she was raised. Still, she had needs too. Ann wasn’t paying full attention when she pulled into the busy mall parking lot outside the entrance to Macy’s. She had been struggling with her feelings again—trying not to feel sorry for herself—and oh so tired—but not winning that battle. If she hadn’t been so preoccupied, she would have realized that she couldn’t fit Janice’s big Mercedes in the spot she was trying to maneuver. I don’t think so. Like you said, I don’t know you, so my answer is ‘No’.’ The phone rang immediately after I’d replaced the handset. ‘Hello, Matt?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘You don’t know me, but I want…’ I slammed the receiver down on her and the phone rang again. This time I didn’t answer. (What in the world is going on?) The phone continued to ring and I ignored it. Best let the answering machine screen my calls. (What’s causing these women to call me?) The message kicked in, giving my number and saying I. I respond “Sorry, I haven’t gotten back to you sooner as you know I was moving out today. As much I would relish spending another night with you, you kind of kept me up all night and I am tired from the move.” About five minutes later I was dressing and I heard my phone buzz with another text. “No worries baby, I don’t expect the intensity of last night. I do feel kind of bad for making you stay up all night the day before your big move. I’ll do all the work. I’ll put on a movie and pleasure.