If it werent true it might be more interesting but I wanted to write something that has its value in being completely true… Im only changing names. ...** My boyfriend was out with his friends at the bar, since I wasnt 21 I couldnt join them. I was sitting at home completely alone and drinking wine. I was on the internet looking at porn starting to be get pretty tipsy and pretty horny. I have no idea why, but I posted a CL ad offering to fuck for money. The emails started pouring in….so much more. .’ Bob Roberts, Business Attach? at the US Embassy and Karen’s step-father, turned a deeper shade of puce as he worked himself into a frenzy of indignation. ‘God knows I’ve tried telling you enough times and you still go off flaunting yourself at every available male with money’ He patted the beads of sweat from his forehead, jowls wobbling as he glared, pop-eyed, across the expanse of polished dining table at eighteen year old Karen.She stared back insolently, full lips pouting in a sneer of. Last year we invited all our dancers and told them to come dressed in their lap dancing costumes. Their arrival, in their skimpy attire, created quite a stir, in more ways then one. Our more prudish family and friends soon departed for another party. Our son, Rex, had turned sixteen that July, and reacted to their arrival by developing a throbbing hardon that threatened to rip through the front of his Tarzan's loincloth. Most of the guys that worked at the truck stop came as male strippers, so. I had not moved the car since my arrival or brought in my suitcase and other gear. Meredith suggested I put the car in the garage, as ‘It will snow before morning.’ I began to think, ‘People up here have a snow fetish.’ She came out to show me the garage and help me in with my things. I was taken to a bedroom with a large double bed, and was informed, ‘This is the old guest room.’ I was surprised to find it quite warm given the dropping temperature outside. The reason was a hot water radiator.