Naturally it was down payment on an expensive new car, party time with babes and booze. The third month into my drunken sailor spending spree, Grandfa...her froze my bank account and had my car repo'd. It was sobering experience to see my "friends" disappear like snowflakes on a warm sidewalk. I never again told anyone about my trust and lived well within my means. I was amazed at the human nature of the people-especially females. Girls would swoon over some guy who had a flashy (behind payment). They all had a chuckle. ‘Drink if you’ve a tattoo.’ Stephanie, Jeanette and Julia all had a drink. ‘Where Julia?’ asked a surprised Prue. ‘I’m not telling.’ she said determinedly, apparently it was going to remain secret. ‘Have a drink if you’re not wearing any panties.’ They all sat their resolutely not wish to admit this. ‘Oh alright!’ said Julia. They all stared shocked. ‘And me!’ confessed Jeanette. Funnily nobody was surprised. ‘Drink if you’ve had sex in public.’ Embarrassed, Noella took. I found her sitting on the tail gate of my truck with a couple of large coffees, obviously she was waiting for me.I couldn’t avoid her this time, not unless I wanted to leave my truck and walk back to my apartment. ‘Hi J.T. care for coffee?’ That was her opening line. ‘I listened to some of your debate in Econ and thought you could probably use one.’ I could have reacted to her the same way as I did to the football coach in high school and told her to go away but I couldn’t. This was Amber. I. She sucked it with a lot of enthusiasm as if sucking cock was her purpose in life. I looked down at her, here is an educated woman, upper middle-class society, with a husband who owns if not works in a big corporation, and she’s on her knees, in the mud, sucking cock with her bright red lips, like a common whore.She sucked me, and I knew I was close to coming, so I asked her to stop. She stood up, and asked, “What is wrong?”“Bend over there,” I said.She bent over like a dog, and I began to slap.