. well, it looked like that was all she was wearing. I found it hard to keep my eyes from straying to the bottom of the shirt to see if I could catch ... glimpse of a pair of shorts.I quickly stripped off my jacket, my sweater, my shoes. It was sweltering hot in that trailer.The inside was a disheveled mess. The kitchen was piled high with dishes and boxes from take-out places. Clothes were everywhere. The garbage reeked and looked like it should have been taken out a week ago. Then, there was. .Never go after the macho guys they think they are too good for you go for the kind of girly guys who look sweet unless the macho guy comes on to you and knows what you are then it is okay you may fuck him to your hearts content and he will satisfy you but you must do whatever he wants nothing is too kinky for you if he wants to throat fuck you then let him if he wants to piss in your face afterward let him do that too you are his slut whore for the night and You Must Submit! Carry lubricant. I sat next to him.Andrew made me a coffee and turned the TV off, we made small talk and Ansa worked at the supermarket where Andrew worked, I asked him the usual rubbish and he was pleasant enough, he was 19 and waiting to go to College when it started in a months’ time, he was wearing a blue T shirt, jeans and Andrew was in a white T shirt and light brown slacks.As time went by we chatted away and Ansa was sat between Andrew and I, after a good ten minutes Andrew said “I wondered if I’d see. They were betting billions, and I was betting a few million. The biggest chunk of cash since then was in private equity, investing with Bill Gates and Michael Dell, and the other direct investments we had made. Black Monday had gone back to my pattern of gambling on the market, only now with hundreds of millions of dollars. Somebody had noticed.I wasn’t going to delay the book tour over this. Melissa was going to be point on this one. She had the various SEC credentials. Most importantly, she.