For some reason, I was writing more poetry than erotic stories, and they were all poems of yearning. I got a few of them published on line where I use... to publish stories and the response was amazing. A number of guys wanted to chat and flirt but I never responded. Rosie knew what had happened between me and Angelo and was sympathetic but also missed the business of one of her best customers. I'm not sure how I would have felt if I saw him come in with one of his women, but would cross that. "They called me in only after finding that the progressive jackpot hit at exactly the same nanosecond in all five casinos linked together to make the progressive jackpot grow faster. All five winners expertly had their winnings wired to an offshore account. Ten minutes after winning, all five were nowhere to be found. So here I am doing the forensic analysis."She paused to pull out a fat cable and swap it for an equally large one that she had to climb halfway into the machine to get connected. "You can do it. We'll help you, won't we girls?" Well, you won't have any trouble with it, after what you did in Sex Ed," Fran observed slyly, looking at me.I shrugged. "Naked is naked. But it is a different audience, and first thing this morning I drew some fire from a pair of Neanderthals by the front door..." Ick! Me, too," Cindy put in. "They said, 'Look at them balloons!' Gross!" She's precociously endowed, you might say." ... and then there's the fashion-police at table one," I went. The car ran great and had everything I needed. I kept it up and although the ugly green paint was faded, the car was everything I needed. It became almost a symbol of me around the area. I could go to work in Jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt driving my old green Impala and everyone would wave at me as I drove by. My wife, Juliet, didn’t like the fact that I drove that old car, so I had to convince her that it was a symbol that I was just one of the people in the county and surrounding area,.