I found 59 Beaker St and found myself look down a large driveway with 2 black Mercedes on it and a really big limestone brick house. I felt kind of si...ly walking up the path through the front of the house up to the door in my converse sneakers and skinny jeans and hooded sweater. It was actually quite bright this time of day, and the air was still fresh, and even though it was summer time, it wasn’t really warm right now. I walked up the stone steps up to the large double doors and pressed the. Please use me again, she went on. I know I fought and yelled, but it was sooo fucking good. I need that soooo bad. Never been fucked that way, you know. You're so hot, use me again, pleeeaaase. I'm so fucking horny. She was just rambling on man. FUCK OFF! I told her. And you know what happens next right.The cunt started CRYING!!It's these fucking limp dicks, these wimpy faggot boyfriends and daddy's who teach these bitches that if they beg or cry, they get their way. HELL NO!! I could tell she. I didn’t really have an answer and that was the first thing that popped into my head.“Fuck the most interesting man,” she replied, “I like a good cigar.”“I’ll drink to that,” I replied.One beer turned into two beers as we chatted about her grades and school. I pulled up a bar stool I had stashed in the corner and offered it to her.“I’m fine,” she replied, leaning against the balcony railing.“So what do you think of my new suit?” she asked, spreading out her arms on the railing as she faced me.I. I had to sit daintily so he couldn't see up my dress. I tried shootinghim dirty looks, but he just said it made me look sexier. He said that ifhe didn't know who I was, he'd think I was a really hot chick. He figuredthat I'd probably have more luck picking up guys if I went to a straightclub than if I went to a gay one. I kind of blushed at that. I wastotally flirting with him, and he was loving it.The movie ended, but Paul stuck around. Maybe he was enjoying ogling me,maybe he was.