His guy had been sending me messages, bugging me, sending me hot pics of himself. He was so hot, so one day I "Caved" in and agreed to hook up with hi... in a nearby hotel. He offered me to pay for the room and the sex, so I was a happy gurl :DHe instructed me to doll up like a emo, so I did. Black makeup and lipstick, light foundation, nosering and hooops in my ears. My black superstraight hair was all shiny with a pink hairband and a pink rose. I put on a black, offshoulder top and a red bra. They don't necessarily go together." Ain't that the truth!" Ronnie said. "I've had some very hotblooded, cold-hearted experiences." You deserve better, Ron," Martha said."Steven," Ronnie said, taking a puff and tilting a finger toward me, "I like your attitude. Martha, why can't I find somebody with an attitude like his?"Martha sighed and said, "Because you grew up with a lot of aggressive people who didn't like you and you're still trying to -- " I know, I know," Ronnie said, ruffled. "Martha,. Barbie dolls. And more dolls. Yeesh, Mike thought. How many kinds of dolls are there?Even the bed was changed, to a white canopy bed, with lacy canopy and bedspread. Lacy pink curtains. Pink and red flowers on the wallpaper. And - this got the biggest gasp from Mike ? no mess on the floor! He could understand the bed and the dolls. But the clean floor?He tucked little Janey into the bed, and then stared down at the angelic little face. It was his son, and not his son. He recognized the girl. ” The sex was out of me by now. It had disappeared inside her and I thought of how I never, ever wanted kids. Kids were gross. While she cleaned up the bottle and the wine stains from my floor afterward, I lay on my pillow amidst a red catastrophe blotch, feeling really mellow, my cock still somewhat tingly, my eyes closed. I listened to the squeaking of the paper towels and windex Emily pushed across the floor. She wore her panties and her black blouse. Her panties looked rumpled and misshapen.