I sorted all of my clothes starting with my work clothes. Then I pulled out my everyday stuff like gym shorts, tshirts, etc. All that was left was und...rwear and socks so I used my foot to scoot everything left into a pile. Then as I was bagging up my socks and underwear I picked up a pair of boxers and immediately knew they were not mine. They were too small. They were size medium, my son’s size (mine are XL). I ignored it figuring they just got accidentally mixed in somehow…then I. "I'm going to get a girl for this film, even if I have to hire a whore off a street corner!" Karl declared.- - -"Well, I don't usually see you around here this late, Karl," the barkeeper said."Shut up and give me a whiskey," Karl snapped back. "I'm in a real spot and I need a drink. Better make it a double." Sure, Karl, calm down. Take your drink, go have a seat, relax and enjoy the girls. We've got some fresh faces tonight I think you'll enjoy. I know I have," the barkeeper replied, handing. Having thrown my jacket to the grimy floor, I rip off my t-shirt next. I see your eyes shifting to glance at my body as I reach down and squeeze your cheeks and move your head back and forth on the mattress. My thumb goes to your mouth, outlining your full lips suggestively. You open your mouth and try to catch my thumb, and I quickly draw it away, teasing you and enjoying it.My eyes beam as I ask, "So, has the tide turned, slut? Have you decided that I am, indeed, the one tonight?"Jessica:I. Louis, nice as it was, just wasn't quite doing it for me. After a few years, neither where Scott's blow jobs. His career as a sales exec was stressing him out and he started bringing that tension home with him. My erratic bartending schedule complicated things, too, and both issues worked against us having time to keep our relationship healthy. One night the bar was dead so the manager let me leave early. When I got home I heard someone banging Scott upstairs in the bedroom. I stood in the.