“I am a strong, independent woman,” Alexis told herself, but when she glanced in the mirror, she didn’t even believe herself.It was a Saturday�...one of Alexis’s days off—and with nothing else to do, she considered putting The Suit on and roaming the streets, before deciding that a repeat of last night was too much of a risk.Alexis tried to ignore the fact that a repeat of last night was exactly what she wanted. There was something so hot, so sexual about wearing The Suit—it was a feeling that had. I was always careful about the girl I picked. Didn't want any well connected princess crying to her parents. So I picked the losers.You know the type. Daddy left early, or maybe he stuck around long enough to knock mama around when he drank too much. Mama was usually a drunk or a druggie who cared more about whatever step-daddy of the month was hanging out than her daughters welfare. The girl was always young and a troublemaker with a rep for lying. Usually a stoner with a reputation for. Men loved hearing about beautiful mistresses on the side. That way if the wife checks up for some reason, they could lie about him going out for snacks or something. I told him to give them my number just in case. After a moment of worrisome thinking he agreed."As soon as he walked in the door, I kneeled in front of him and took his penis in my mouth and he ejaculated in seconds. I couldn't hold all the jism, and it tasted pungent like it had waited for release for days. Then I sprung reality. Just like I always do. The season has grow old and tired – much like myself – and the concession to November means the cold and snow are only weeks away. Winter comes early to these parts and in two days I will pack up the old Wagoneer and make my annual pilgrimage south with the rest of the snowbirds. But right now, I putt out on 18 and take one last look around before penciling in my score and turning my card over to the pro. ‘Will I see you tomorrow, Bill?’ he asks as he logs my score..