.you know. after some slight begging and cajoling, she agreed to come by (i'm never too proud to beg for some good head/pussy).there's this myth that ...the way to a man's heart is through his stomach", but i've gotten more ass than a little bit by throwing down in the kitchen. guys, if you can't cook, find one dish that you can make, and i can almost guarantee that serving a woman dinner, as opposed to any restaurant you could take her to, will get you laid. jackie came over and we sipped some. ’ She hung up, and stared at her phone for a moment. Her eyes prickled red and she slumped her head onto her silver glittery knees. She just wanted to go home and masturbate. Was that too much to ask?‘Are you OK?’ There was a gentle hand on her back and she looked up into the face of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. A pale face, slightly down-turned nose and intelligent blue eyes filled with kindness, framed by waves of copper hair. The accent was something Gemma couldn’t. Booze, hot guys, sports, much less bullshitthan the suit-and-tie crowd. And I like the non-standard hours. Hell, Iknow it would be a pay cut - believe me - but I can hook you up." Hot guys, sports, right. No, it sounds pretty sweet," I said. Ipictured myself wearing one of those little faux-football outfits thatshe had on, smiling all the time to try and make tips, or, worse, tocatch someone's eye."But, you know, I want to get what I deserve at the company," I said."You gonna stick it out? Can. What a wonderful day she was about to have! The fairy's stern warning was all but forgotten.Despite ten days without the protection afforded by the now dormant fairy ring, she was proceeding well along her return path to love and fortune. Each night, after those first few cold hours of her punishment, had been spent under the stars in balmy languorous ease and she had slept deeply and well. The guilt she had felt at her treatment of the brave young King had evaporated and been replaced by a.