“For the guys holding white cups. Please hold them up.” I looked down and noticed I was holding a white cup. When the fuck did that happen? I cou...d have sworn I was holding a regular red plastic cup for my beer. Could I have been handed a white cup when Amanda so nicely got me a refill and I didn’t notice the change? Or have I always been holding a white cup? No that wasn’t it. Someone must have changed the cup on me. I held up my cup in the air like Jeanette told us to do. I looked around. William found his voice at last. ‘Charlie, this is my . . . my . . . uh, this is Miss Ada Albin, our new school teacher. She’s from Kansas. And, uh, Ada, this is Mr. Charles Raven. He’s a representative of Vaughn’s Department Store in Chicago. And he’s an old friend of mine as well. He’s here to tell us about the newfangled copper boilers, knife sharpeners, electric heaters, and sugar boiling machines that are being introduced at the world’s fair over in St. Louis and that Vaughn’s thinks we. New books always put mein a great mood. I knew I was using romance books as a crutch. My love life was a bit slow these days, not that some of my colleagues at work weren’t trying to change that. There just weren’t any firemen in my life. Those guys who were confident, decisive and could shed a tear at the right time. All of my past loves were exciting at first, but that feeling dwindled as time went on. I didn’t need twenty-four seven passion, but being the obsession of a man once a week. Stocky, but I could afford to lose a few pounds. I have light brown hair, green eyes, and nice thick cock. I have been with a few guys before but never had such an urge before. I finally figured out how to approach him. I saw him filling up his 96 Pontiac with air, but it wasn’t the car I was looking at. He was near the tire, and I could see the outline of his muscular ass. I walked towards him, “excuse me”, “yes” he replied. His voice was deep and sexy. “Do you have the time?” He must had.