Why didn’t I think of that when Lisa and I were at the hospital? I got on the phone with Sarah. Sarah was a short bleach bottle blonde, and she was...tougher than a box of rusty nails. She could drop a transmission out of your F-150 on a Saturday afternoon and look smoke’n hot wearing a mini dress later that evening. She had a taste for Crown Royal with a warm Diet Coke chaser. She could drink with the best and could out swear George Patton. Big Bob once told me she went into a bar one night and. I was going to try and make contact with my agent and see if something was pressing. Hopefully not, so I could spend a few days unwinding. The last job was tough. I hadn’t reached the door when a voice from behind me said, ‘That’s it, just one drink?’ I turned, not believing it was her. She wore a smirk, as if she knew she would be in charge. ‘Yes, one drink. As it is, I never have two at the table,’ I replied. ‘Yet you did, and you were winning quite handily this evening.’ ‘I’ve learned never. I'm going to put my hand on yours now, just to see, if that's okay with you?"After she put her hand on my crotch and found what she was after, things started moving ahead at a much faster pace. Within five minutes, she had my dick out of my fly, and her hand was moving all over it. It felt like she was giving me a detailed inspection. When she was done with checking things out, she bent down and took it into her warm, wet, mouth. I was finally getting my first blow job!She hadn't said a word. His answer to her question was not one she had expected.“I suppose you could say, in one sense, I’m a stalker.”“Stalking me?” She should be scared, shouldn’t she? So, why wasn’t she?“On another level, I would suggest that my only wish is to pleasure you.”Oh, that was it! No thanks, and she began to close the door.He leaned forward, and the light reflected in those eyes, “Please, hear me out, and if you aren’t interested then I’ll just leave. And no hard feelings. Okay?”She allowed the door to.