”“That’s another reason, we are all moving out together,” Brigitte said. “It is time to ‘cut the cord’ as they say.”“You don’t hav... to do that right away, ladies,” Jennifer said. “I wouldn’t mind loaning him out on a night-to-night basis, as long as you are still staying here.”I saw Princess walking towards me, and said, “Stuart may be available as well. He proved himself during the Tour.”“I feel so ... cheap,” Stuart said.“Don’t worry, Stuey. I plan to use and abuse you every night.”“That. She also had a definite scholarship locked up forcheering, and could basically pick and choose from a nice list ofcolleges begging for an oh so perfect candidate like Melissa.Sadly, Melissa had a few nagging flaws. For starters, she was prettyarrogant, and not just some of the time. She was right, all the time,and you were wrong. Simple as that. Secondly, and more disturbingly,she was a racist. A racist? In 2004? Surely, we must have the wrongperson, because why in the world would Melissa HATE. The bartender was not amused with my enthusiastic remarks that were undoubtedly heard throughout the small hole-in-the-wall bar, and he escorted me, somewhat roughly, as he felt a need to promote his position of authority, to the door. "And stay out, you faggot", he shouted, making sure no one present missed that."This really blows," I said to myself as the booze went to my head and sat heavy in the pit of my stomach and bladder, all at once. My belly was grumbling uncomfortably, and I knew I. No guessing what he was going to do.The next day I arrived home as usual at about 3 o'clock. Unusually there was a nice smell coming from the kitchen and I popped my head around to see my ex-wife cooking and cleaning. She immediately turned around and tried to engage me in conversation but I just ignored her.As I came out I met you Cindy coming down the stairs in one of my favourite latex outfits. Christ she was stunning.I told her how I called Tracey in the sex shop and asked her if she could.