” “At least I’m getting paid to fuck guys I’m not related to. My daddy betrayed me and I won’t go back unless it is to kill the fucke.... So why are you here stud?” Willy Mo didn’t even have to think about that one. “The money.” Sally gave him a mirthless grin. She stood near him and wiggled her bare hips, giving him another close look at her cum oozing cunt. “I bet you would fuck my holes for nothing big boy. In fact, I bet I could get you to pay money for it if we weren’t. ’ Raising his eyes to the ceiling he continued, ‘Who knows what’s up there?’ Staring up at the ceiling as well, Virginia said aloud with wonder ‘Privateers. My, my.’ As he was leaving he again kissed Virginia’s hand and told her how much he had enjoyed the visit. Shyly, Virginia replied, ‘I quite enjoyed it too, Mr. Ogilvy.’ ‘I should like to call on you again. Would that be alright?’ ‘Oh yes. I would like that very much.’ ‘Splendid. How about Saturday? We could go into town. I understand one. The city had no regards for the perfection of winter’s kiss. Snowplows stripped away whatever beauty might be found. Snow, dirty and gray from the endless flow of traffic, was heaped into frozen mountains to wait for the spring thaw to melt it away. Everything in the city was about the endless progression that comes with moving full speed ahead. Nothing here stayed pure or beautiful for very long. The city was a whore with her legs wide open to tempt and to steal whatever innocence wandered too. How could I possibly be upset? I'm flattered that you'd dress up to go out with me. Oh, and the only woman I'm out with tonight, or any night I'm with you, is Olivia Eastman, okay?"She gave me a huge smile. "Okay, and thanks, John. You know, it was fun, getting dolled up for a change," she admitted. I gave her a firm nod and pulled the car back into traffic. "Momma was floored when I showed up at the salon at one," Liv continued. "I think she'd just about given up on me finding a decent guy. I.