She certainly knew she would be fine without him. She reaches Jamie’s house and honks her horn three times to get his attention. “I’m here” sh... texts. “Five more minuets” he replies “It’s already 7:55! We’re going to be late” “Who cares? School is shit. I’ll be there in a minuet babes” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. This is exactly the problem. He had no care in the world for anyone but himself. She sat there impatiently, tapping on the steering wheel with her nails, making little clicking. I was let in and she was dressed in black leather bikini panty and a leather bustiea wearing red high heals that showed of her tan firm legs. She looked familier but I could not remember were I had seen her. She looked over my questionaire and said "foot and leg worship, medical play, dildo training, golden showers, possibly forced bi I knew you were a horny man from the bulge I saw in your pants when we spoke in front of your house last week MR Carter" Mr Carter, I had not given her my last. Yeah, fifteen years on the inside does something to a man. Music blared, pool balls clinked on their respective tables, hoots and hollers randomly screeched over the thrall of milling people. A mechanical bull whined in the back coroner entertaining, what Jack thought had to be some tourists, they were wearing ridiculous cowpoke outfits, probably just passing through town on their way to a rodeo somewhere he thought. No familiar faces grabbed his attention, which could be a good thing. He squeezed her hand comfortingly and smiled, having lost his mother as a toddler, Monica was the only mama he had known. Despite their relation, he found an erection tenting his pants as Monica too felt a flush of heat in her silk gusset. "I didn't want to ask for money, I couldn't tell you I lost my job." "When did you lose your job?" "When the doctor signed me off with depression," Ethan sighed, "I haven't been able to work since May, after Dad died I came unglued. I've still got my salary.