This was bad, since I really don't like rain because a lot of the more interesting people stay home. "Fuck" I growled as I stood at the window looking...down at the city getting a huge shower. About 5' o'clock, with the Cubs game canceled, I called Woodard. "Hey, man, you working tonight?" "Actually, I just got off the morning shift. Only three arrests, even the hookers don't come out." "Listen, I was thinking...you want to go to the Pink Kitty?" "The Pink Kitty? Isn't that the place where you. "- "Fitness" magazine has a "Fit Pregnancy" offspring.-The faux-affectionate "air kiss" on the cheek of two women who meet has been replaced by a giggly mutual tummy bump/pat/check-out.-The finals of women's tennis features the pregnant Venus and Sabrina Williams duo facing the similarly knocked up team of Martina Hingis and Anna Kournikova. A proud-as-a-peacock Jimmy Conners is rooting for the waddling Williams sisters while Andre Agassi and Pete Sampras are glaring suspiciously at each other. And now it was too late to go back, too late to save the honor to be shared with only a few select people. If she was being honest with herself, that’s why it bothered her, because it was a value she’d compromised to move up in this industry, and learned the hard way that once you start compromising your values, it becomes harder and harder to respect yourself. The song was winding down and Paul’s hands were still on hers. He was going to be escorted out soon. She decided in that moment, after. I thought of it as a woman's mouth and made out with it. She said, "That's very nice, Sugarplum." I continued to kiss it, teasing that candied orifice with my tongue. When I pushed my tongue up inside she said, "That's right baby, that's right." With a fingertip I took a dollop of semen from my bobbing erection and smeared it around the edges of the hole. When I pushed the sticky finger inside she said, "That's just okay." She evidently preferred the tongue, and so did I, so I went back to.