All those girls I sent into your room. I got you off God knows how many times and you can't even help me out once. I need it, man. I'll never mention ...t again, I promise. It'll be like the whole thing never happened."It bothered me that his logic made sense to me. He had helped me got off, however indirectly, on numerous occasions. I never would have thought in a million years that John could talk me into giving him a handjob, but now there I was, considering it. "You just want me to jerk you. “It's not your fault things went south with us. But I didn't have to stop giving a shit when it happened. I didn't have to throw myself into meaningless pleasure. I mean, fuck, Becky, how many girls did I date in college? Most lasted, like, two weeks. I grew bored of them so fast and was just looking for the next pussy to share with you and... I don't need that now.“But, for old times sake, and because every woman deserves one romp with your futa-dick, I want you here tonight.”“We want you. People rushed by him in both directions and he noticed every other person was talking into a cell phone. He saw women carrying shopping bags, a man standing on the curb with a brief case, his hand waving for a cab, people waiting for the bus at the corner, a fat woman pushing a shopping cart with a plastic bag filled with soda cans and plastic water bottles. He noticed her going through a trash receptacle by the curb. It was noisy and everyone seemed pre-occupied as they walked by, not looking. I feel like you should have some model standing next to you.’ Neveah looked into his beautiful green eyes to make sure he really understood her. ‘I don’t want a model. All I want is my hero. Let’s go home,’ she said as she pulled him toward the exit door. Her eyes ran over his tan skin, and she couldn’t get past how he looked. He was so tan, and he was a lot more ripped. He hadn’t been lanky when he left the house, but there was a definite difference. All of a sudden a broad grin appeared over.