I decided to take a local train so I went to station. I got into the train and stood at the door. I took a stare at the people sitting inside the comp...rtment and I saw a beautiful lady sitting inside the compartment with a man (might be her husband). She was staring at me like there s something wrong on my face. I diverted my attention towards other commuters as the man sitting beside her also started staring at me. 2 stations passed an idea strike into my mind “I can be a gigolo” the idea was. Save and...Skip!The slime girl opened her arms to embrace him. Her tentacles slithered around his body.Skip Skip Skip Skip SKIIIIP!The slime girl's eyes widened in surprise. "You're skipping the sex scene? Who does--"The woodland path vanished and Jackson found himself back on the featureless, cloudy plane with the big tits angel. She looked sad.Alas, poor Ian Jackson, Jackson thought. The unlucky adventurer had all the flesh melted off his bones by a skanky slime girl. Or some other shit like. .. I own half this property ... LEGALLY ... do I have to vacate the premises?" How did you know I'm a lawyer?" he asked."Briefcase," she said with a pointed finger."Ah ... allow me confer with my colleagues," he said."Uh uh." No?" No. You're holding my dollar." And he was ... the sneak had a dollar in her hand ... the hand he was holding."Umh." Daddy!" Daddy had just shown up with the tobacco. He looked up."Yes?" He's holding my dollar." Retained him, did you?"Grace beamed. Mr. Briefcase. Each guy had on a suit or sports coat, about half wore ties. The talk was quiet, and while it wasn’t stiff, it wasn’t a good-buddies reunion. There was a quiet formality to the gathering; I had a sense of autonomy, of strangers meeting for the first time.When everyone was seated, Penny and Sal offered wine and there were a few takers. I had only one serious drinker, a mild looking gent with a Southern accent, “A little serving of sour mash, young lady. And keep in mind the rigors of the.