"You need a good fuck, don't you, you slut!"Chrissy smiled crookedly; it was painfully clear that she did. "Oh, God...I haven't had sex in over a mont...!"Well, I'm gonna give your pussy just what it needs; and as much as it wants!" Chrissy's hand squeezed my knee and our food arrived. We spent the next hour enjoying our lunch and jacking up the electricity. It was unbelievable how filthy the talk got! Chrissy was the first woman I'd ever talked to who seemed to enjoy the verbal sparring more. There isn't much I can give you."That seemed to stop that line of questioning temporarily."You said you had an ex-wife. How long were you married?" Three years, one month, and twenty-six days." Not very long." Long enough. She decided she could do better. I don't know if she has, though." You still love her?" Nope. The past is the past, and she won't be coming back." Sorry. Didn't mean to pick at a scab." No problem. It's been quite a while ... almost eight years since the divorce was final.". (He suspected the remakeof "Ishtar" he put out two years ago was one reason.) He had just seenthe dailies for his current film and they sucked. He hadn't had asuccessful project in two years. He was burned out, middle aged andalone. It was harder and harder to find willing women to come to hisbed, without paying for them. Making movies wasn't fun anymore. Hewanted a change in his life, but didn't know what.James was walking down the street when he saw a flash of light and anold-fashioned. "I'll have chicken and waffles," he said.He figured that a woman, as attractive as her, would have never been coming on that strong, unless she had ulterior motives. What did she want? Could it have been possible that she did desire to suck his cock, he wondered?She smiled and went into the kitchen. Moments later, she returned with a plate of waffles and a bottle of maple syrup. She slid them across the table to him. Randall looked down at his plate and was puzzled."Where's the chicken?" he.