RoxTheCasbah: Alright, but I want all the dirt later.CerezaOnTop: Of course.RoxTheCasbah: What can I do for you?CerezaOnTop: I've prepared a statement... I want it sent out to all members with no exceptions. And I need it to be untraceable.RoxTheCasbah: Easy peasy. Is that it?CerezaOnTop: Yes, that's all for now.RoxTheCasbah: Send it to my home email, not my work address. And make sure it's encrypted. I'll take care of the rest.CerezaOnTop: Understood.RoxTheCasbah: You. ‘Cept a tip.” “Trying to give an old guy a heart attack?” the other one asked. “Nah. Just get the younger one hard.” She arched a brow and traced the veins of his hand with her pinky. “Did it work?” His reddened face slackened as his eyes dilated. “Guess so.” Turning away, she left them dangling on the precipice of lust and opened the register. One dollar. That’s it? Jasmine stared at the bill in her hand as if it would change. Flashed my titties at that old fucker like he could touch. ..I grabbed a cute pink pair of booty shorts and threw an old oversized tee over top and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Make that coffee with a nice amount of Bailey's.My roommates weren't home so I flopped on the couch and began to watch some reality show reruns. It was nice to be home alone, a rare occurance. Sometime's I did naughty things at these times...The coffee was slowly waking me up, but doing nothing to help me get sober. Not that I really wanted to, it might bring on a. . He'd have preferred a private sponsor but no, Becky had said, there weren't any private placements on their books right now. Perhaps in a few months? James wasn't willing to wait. The experience with the police and the repeated harassment of the last few days had been the last straw. He looked again at the printed sheet. A five year contract seemed like a long time. "It's your choice," said Becky. She scowled at James. "Do you want a sponsor or not? If not, can we bring this to a close? I've.