“Oh, pleased to finally meet you, Lady Mage Morgana.”“Which Jude?” Morgana asked, her brow furrowing.“Judas Iscariot,” Judas replied with ... cheery smile.“Wonderful, simply bloody wonderful,” Morgana muttered before reaching out to shake his hand only for him to turn hers over and kiss the back of it.“Behave,” was all Morgana had to say as she turned a gimlet eye upon him.“But of course, dear Lady,” he replied with a slight smile.“Right, we’re going to have to be very careful, but it looks like. ***My self-destruction had started. I drank every night while working. I tried my best not to go home. Most nights I stayed at Rick’s. He had come back down to West Palm for the Fall and Winter months. Unfortunately, his oldest daughter had moved to Fort Lauderdale and she visited him in West Palm from time to time. When she was around, I couldn’t be. On those other nights, I would crash at Jimmy’s or Kevin’s, depending on which one was home that night. I stayed with Parker one night and. It has a nice old bar, with six different beers on tap: Yeuling Porter, Rolling Rock, Heineken, Whitbread, Guinness, and Samuel Smith Pale Ale. There are two pool tables (less arguments that way!), and an old jukebox which contains an assortment of music equaled perhaps only by the one that used to be in “Dirty Franks” bar twenty-five years ago. But that’s not surprising, that’s where I got a few of the selections some of my favorite songs. Overhead hang Tiffany Lamps on a dimmer switch, I like. Her pussy pulsed on his fingers, enjoying the rough quality of a working man's hands. "I want you to fuck me." she said gently. He looked at her expectantly, she knew he wanted to hear more of this. "Will you fuck me, Mr. Jones?" she said even more sweetly, "I need your cock inside of me." Oh, I'll fuck you little girl," he responded with that menacing look his eye that turned her on so deeply, "but when I'm ready." he shoved his fingers even deeper into her pussy and she gasped and then moaned.