Then she sent us all outside to talk while she read my story.Penelope and Marguerite were wearing tight blue jeans and button shirts. They talked abou... boys constantly but not in a childish way. They were quite mature for their ages and interested in finding a really nice man and settling down like their mother had. Then they told me about their father dying several years ago in an accident.About an hour later Bobbie Jo came out with another bottle of my wine. The bottle was half-empty. She. "What's the matter, slut? Don't like the smell of the man who owns your ass?" I didn't dare look up at him. I wasn't about to correct him, tell him that he was co-owner of this slut. I shrugged as I began work on his feet. "Did you make your phone calls, slut?" I was wishing he'd stop calling me that, but I don't know why I felt that way.I nodded. It'd been a hectic day for me and with my husband home now, there was surely no relief in sight. From my kneeling position on the floor, I told of my. I must go back to the house because my husband will come in one hour,” she replied. “But don’t worry we will meet in the coming days”. There wasn’t much to talk and the meeting was over. However only a minute after we split I texted her on her phone that “I regret that I didn’t fuck you in the rest room”.For another 10 minutes we exchanged several hot sms and I decided it was enough for today because I was staying in a public place and couldn’t hide the turn on everytime I was reading a message. I got out of the taxi andwalked up to the store. OMG, it was closed! I was crushed. All thisplanning, for nothing!Out of nowhere, a handsome, well-dressed man approached me. He spoke tome softly, almost in a whisper. He said, ?There is another store, son.Here is the address. ? And he wrote it down on a piece of paper. Hecontinued, ?The neighborhood there is not as nice as this one, so becareful, OK??I nodded in assent, and he said, ?Good luck.? And then he disappearedaround the corner. I.