There was a large steel box mounted on the back. The box had a lock and a circular opening in the top that was about the width of a liter soda bottle....Sam handed Mike a key and told him to open up the back of a meter. Sam extracted a metal cylinder the size of a soda can and handed it to Mike, and instructed him to put it into the opening of the box and turn it. As soon as Mike twisted the can, he heard the coins clattering into the bottom of the steel box. Sam told him that typically a. Half past two in the morning, he's back at last. Probably blasted out of his tiny mind. He got up from the couch where he had fallen asleep some hours earlier and checked himself in the mirror. He had spent over an hour in the shower trying to scrub the feeling of Joe from his body. He hadn't really succeeded and whenever he thought of what had happened he could still feel Joe's hands cupping his breasts and playing with his nipples. He could not come to terms with what he had done. Less than. "Alright" he quietly responds, his eyes beginning to glaze. His nervousness evaporated, he was already starting to think with his dick. The thing with Lauren was, she really had hit a wall when trying to have her first orgasm. She was all around a very special case, and a prequel or two is probably needed to tell you how we even arrived at this point together. Without digressing too far, I should mention that I was the only guy she'd ever slept with up until that point, and she still hadn't. "I don't think they would like small town living. It would be just too many curious looks," Jerrod said trying to defuse the situation."If you say so, but I think people there are pretty much, live and let live these days," I suggested. Yes I was trying to instigate something."Maybe we can come down over the 4th of July this year." Michael suggested."Sure why not," I agreed. "We have a couple of motels just outside of town. I'm sure there will be some kind of celebration going on that weekend.".