It was a chilly day late in October when she stood on the stoop of her building looking for something and not quite certain what it was that she was l...oking for on the almost deserted street. The department of sanitation street washing truck had just sprayed the gutters with non-potable water and the scent of the city hung like shattered dreams pressing down on her shoulders with the certainty of her cursed fate and childless future. A young man staggered down the puddled concrete pavement. . the idea of a deserted motel gave her anxiety. Murphy's door popped open, and moments later he opened Carol's door. He leaned in and unbuckled her, before holding her by her shoulders and leading her to her feet. The sneakers made it easy to walk, but with her arms under the long trenchcoat that covered her, she was at Murphy's mercy as he pulled her by the ring on her collar. They walked a few yards to the sound of crickets and distant traffic on a summer night. He stopped, and held Carol by. I mean I'd really like to meet the moms who let their daughters leave the house in the morning dressed like such sluts....geez.Although I don't see a single other customer, or even a dancer (no I'm NOT disappointed that there are no dancers gyrating on the stage.. really I'm not) in the bar, the barmaid doesn't even acknowledge my presence.Fighting the urge to turn and run, I clear my throat, and try to say confidently, (but it comes out of my mouth sounding the exact opposite), "Ex ...excuse. " She walked gracefully to the couch.Nick couldn't take his eyes off her lovely narrow tits. They were small round fir affairs, with big dark nipples in the center. Unlike Susan, Carla had little titties, baby mouthfuls. Nick was sure he would enjoy the contrast. He poured Carla a glass of wine which she thanked him for."You know," said Susan, easing her bottom down on the other side of Nick, "Carla and I are awfully lucky to have a nice strong stud like you, Nick, to take care of us." She ran.