I keep playing through what I did or where I went wrong but I keep coming blank then swap into these horrible bouts of self-loathing for not doing bet...er at whatever the fuck was wrong. I keep thinking of him too. What he might be doing right now and constantly wondering if he is thinking of me at all. If he even cares about me to begin with? Etc, etc, etc. Insert standard sadness shit here, blah... As you know, I struggle with trying to distract myself with other tasks or activities that might. I wasn’t interested. It was nearing 11, and I’d seen a few I could have taken home. I’d seen a few girls I was sure would come as a package deal. Usually the thought of two or three girls stretched out naked in their lace panties on my bed would please me. Tonight I was bored. I wanted a challenge.I saw a girl on the other side of the bar. Her hair was tied into a bun. Less make up than the other girls. I saw her lean forward to order her drink, her tits bounced a little in her dress. Big tits.. After a shower andstyling her hair she sits at her vanity putting on her makeup trying todecide what to wear.As she's leaving the house she stops long enough to look at herself inthe full length mirror by the door. The look was obviously too young forher but that was sort of the point. It would attract the right kind ofguy.Looking back at her was a sort of overly sexy art chic, black turtleneck sweater covering a perky breast, ragged skin tight cutoff jeansover black tights and patent leather. .” she panted, her eyes fluttering. “A way that we didn’t have ... lose our cocks. None of us.”I frowned at her. What was she up to?“Just stop ... fucking me. Let’s talk. We can ... We can team up. You don’t want to lose your cock.”“I won’t,” I grinned. “My side’s winning. I just spoke to Ms. Kim. She defeated Cassie or Kimmie. I’ve defeated Dr. Rita. And as soon as I cum in your tight snatch, well, you’ll be out of the game, too. Have you defeated anyone?”“No,” she moaned. “Come on, please,.