We were seated at a corner table on the patio. Lisa sat beside me at the table instead of on the other side. Lisa ordered a slushy drink, and I had a ...eer. While we sat there, we chatted and laughed, just enjoying each other's company.I once again couldn't believe my luck. Here was this gorgeous girl on a date with me. We were so happy together there weren't any awkward silences or lulls in the conversation. I could talk to her for days and not get tired of it. We ordered a second drink each,. "Suck me--hurry--she is coming down here."He jerked fierce and fast on his cock, as I sucked on it. His hot cream shot into my mouth. I swallowed several times and still had another mouthful of cum that spewed from his lush cock."Do you have company, dear?" his wife asked, as she came down the steps.I was still swallowing cum and wiping my lips when he introduced me. Her name is Liz. She is tall, with long black hair, and dark piercing eyes--a b.b.w. with a scorpion tattoo crawling up her neck.. "Don't mom me in that tone of voice. What the fuck were you wearing? No wonder the whole school thinks you're a whore, and all the parents are gossiping about it too! Look what you've done to this family!" her mother was screaming.And every girl in the dressing rooms knew exactly who she was talking to. Her."Mom, shut up!" Don't tell me to shut up little girl! I can make your life a living hell!" You mean worse than it is already?" Just wait ... I'll make you pay for the shit you've put this. Well, a longer haul, anyway. Today, however, I decided to spend the day in the office. You may be wondering what it is, actually, that I get paid to do. For the most part, as far as I can gather, its simply to be Fabian Copeland. Perpetuate the myth, share the legend. That’s about the long and the short of it. Its not how I made my money, though. And it is my money. There’s a glimmer of pride to be wafted around that I didn’t come from grandeur. No silver spoons. But that’s not the point, is.