For me on hi speed is the only way to go. As my ladies began to walk down my street, I walked out my backdoor and positioned myself under the streetli...ht. It was directly in front of my apartment walkway. Pure perfection. The first of these ladies was a beautiful woman. Busty, probably 36DD's curly brunette hair, and parked in front of my place every night. She was the start of the parade of women that would walk down my street every night. She drove an old shitbox of a car that she let warm up. The lift seemed to take forever to reach the ground floor. It kept stopping to pick up everyone else leaving the office at the same time. The tube seemed to be busy this evening. Ed was building up a sweat as he pushed his way through the crowds, to get the escalator down to the Northern line. Once on his tube, he relaxed slightly, and started re-reading the texts he received from Anne. He felt himself getting an erection, not one of the best things to have on a crowded train. The thought of. “Was it that bad?” I asked, trying again to inject a little humor. “It’s not you,” she said. “It’s me. But it’s you too.” She sobbed. Confused, but concerned, I moved from my side of the table and sat next to her, putting my arm around her. “What’s going on?” I asked. “I like sex,” she said, gaining back some control. “I tried to make that clear to you from the start. When I realized that we were going to be housemates, I thought what a great situation; an older guy who wants me. We can have. " Dylan stuck his head into the refrigerator and spottedOscar's beer right where he said it would be. Dylan grabbed the beer andanother one for himself, "Do you want a glass or bottle?" Glass please. So, why I am here...? Would you believe you've got a wishcoming to you...? Don't give me that BS meter buried look. The truth isin this cosmos, there are some beings that can pick-up the pain thatothers are suffering and sometimes they're able to help ease it throughvessels like me."So many.