The dreams of being rich when I wasn’t? Meaningless now. There just was no satisfaction in it, hard to explain, I know. If anything, it depressed me... I think I had been suffering from depression for quite a long time. I saw the motel sign, familiar, realized where I was. Where I had ended up, without even thinking about it, so much other stuff on my mind. I pulled in and stopped, one place was as good as another. There was a younger lady on the counter, the old man was not around. I asked about. "I assume from what I saw in there that you've made up your mind where you'll be staying?" I think I'll be moving in with Stacy. That is, if she'll have me." Elizabeth, you're being silly again. I'd be heartbroken if you even considered going anywhere else. Of course I want you." And with a wink, "In more ways than one."PastSunday she'd had another date with Dave, her boyfriend. To his surprise and delight she was the aggressor that night, doing things he'd only ever had wet dreams of. She. Dollar with my grain trading. I needed to find a reference base in order to align the one with the other. It had to be something that I could slide, as needed, to account for actual currency inflation. This basis line would keep me from chasing too big of a move in the Dollar, or in the metals. I wanted to make money on the volatility, but not get caught in the event of a major move by the dollar.I could profit from the 'noise' of the metal and monetary markets, but I had no interest at all in. Andy rolled over and looked up at Em, who was rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples as she loomed over him. “Don’t worry, this goes both ways,” Em said as she laid down beside him. “Slap my pussy.” Andy nervously got up on his knees positioning himself to slap her, but hesitated. “Slap my pussy, you ungrateful bitch. Or next time, I won’t let you cum.” With that, Andy unleashed a wave of slaps against Em’s pussy. She screamed and whimpered in kind. “Yes, baby, just like that,” she cooed..