" "Are you sure you wouldn't like to try a color? I have anew light purple which would look so nice against your skin complexionand I could do your ...ingernails in a matching color if you'd like." No thank you, just clear. Maybe next time!"I wasn't sure what to do about the wet nails when we got up to leave.I was afraid that if I pulled the footed tights over them, I wouldruin the tights with the nail polish. I also didn't want to slip myfeet into my brand new Uggs with the wet polish. None. His mouth forms an O. He closes his eyes. He makesa sound somewhere between a moan and a howl. Then he smiles."Yesssss," he says in his new girly voice. "That is so what I need."He rocks back and forth, his smile getting bigger, glee covering hisface.Then realization hits him. Somewhere in that silly brain of his, itoccurs to him what is about to happen."Slow down, please..." he says between moans.Slowing down doesn't appear to be an option for Tyler. I can hear theslap, slap, slap of their. But I know she will always be coming home to me. Mind you, knowing the crowd she was out with, they had all probably thrown their knickers onto stage at the strippers, if any of them had been wearing them to begin with.”Ian said “We share a taste in buxom women. I’ve always thought Sarah very sexy.”“You’d like to shag her?”. I said smiling“I’d jump at the chance.” He agreed. Billy and John were sitting and listening to out conversation. With that, Ian asked if she had ever cheated with another. I assumed I'd be a passenger, but that door was locked, so I checked the driver's side and found it open. Jack wasn't there as I sighed took a deep breath and climbed in the cab and sat behind the wheel. I was awed by the impressive rig, and was thinking of locking the door more than of pretending to be a truck driver.Eventually, I looked up and saw Sir Jack standing impatiently in front of the truck. He was a tall, rugged, weather worn, middle-aged man most assuredly either a trucker or a.