‘Naturally, for you, but ok. Now, stop looking at her chest and tell me her name.’ she demanded. ‘Aaa…Aaa…Anna…Annabelle.’ he choked. ...��Oooh…you men, can’t look at a woman’s full breast without looking stupid.’ she shook her head left and right. ‘Yeah, whatever. So its settled then, lets set up the date, umm …umm…I mean set up the meeting.’ he looked at her, and she was still shaking her head. ‘Ok, but remember no hugging and kissing. Just do what you have to do and get it over fast with no. The plane trip took abouttwenty hours and Joe always being the lazy type was asleep for eighteenof those hours.When the plane arrived at his destination he disembarked went throughthe boring exiting process, 'Don't you hate doing that? I know I do!'And just as he was done with that he saw his name being held up by thenicest; in appearance and the type of character; looking man that he hadever seen so without hesitation he walked over to the man and held outhis hand and said, "Hello sir I. 'He wants me', she remarked calmly, 'wants to fuck me', and as she whispered it to me, she let her legs open, while he stared. We were sitting low on the cold concrete, and as she did this, her panties could be seen, and his face lit-up and he smiled, 'One day', she said under her breath, 'I wont wear knickers, then he will get hard for me'.She sat staring at him, her crotch exposed until he disappeared around the corner, then she closed her legs and drew deeply on her half smoked. We used to come home after closing the last club just before dawn and I would immediately crash. Jill was in college and had a few more years of heavy duty drinking on me; I tried to keep up with her but usually failed miserably.One morning after one of these long nights of drinking, I awoke with the strangest feeling...I tried to think back to the details of the night before for something that could explain it. My memories of the last few hours of those types of nights was non-existent; I.