Once she got out of her bed, she went into the living room and found a large box wrapped in green and red wrapping paper sitting next to the Christmas...tree. Samantha excitedly unwrapped her present and a half-naked guy jumped out the box and happily yelled "Surprise! Merry Christmas!"Taped to his broad, smooth chest is a card with "Mom" in the front. Samantha opened the envelope and read the card.The card read:"Hi Mom! I just thought I send you a live gift to keep you warm this Christmas. His. Proper? He just wanked me to one orgasm and sucked mytoes to two more. Then I gave him a footjob for a biggooblast. Proper? He had some funny ideas.I was a little pissed about that. I mean, not that Iliked him or anything, but he was more fun thanhanging out at the malt shop or watching MTV.I guess I pouted a little when I kissed him goodbye.He said later on, which I dispute, that there was atear in my eye when he told me he couldn't see meuntil the day after next. Jason was growing on me.When. “I hadn’t really thought about it. Some of them had issues afterwards, but turned out OK in the long run.”“You should advertise!” Liz laughed. “You, instead of ‘dress for success’, maybe ‘sex for success’!”I chuckled, “I might get arrested for that!”“Not if you don’t charge or insist on a quid pro quo which has monetary value outside of what might be called a legitimate date!”“Sex in exchange for dinner and a movie is just fine if it looks like a date, but not if we agree in advance? You. “Oh?” she asked. “Thinking about what?”“About us,” he went on and she wondered if he was breaking up with her and how fucking hilarious that would be. She almost felt relieved.“What about us?” she said, forced nonchalance, forced niceness, forced fucking everything.“Well,” Dean went on. He seemed palpably nervous. “I actually have a question to ask you.”*“Can I ask you a question?” Marco’s voice came through the haze of lazily swirling clouds. They were still lying on the dishevelled hotel bed..