My g spot was absolutely on fire and during the orgasm I briefly lifted my lags just enough to get “full weight” on the hook. Immediately after cu...ming I put my legs down and pulled myself off the hook. With my knees weak I sort of just let myself slide to the floor and lay there just waiting for the burn to let up. I am kinda proud I got my weight on it fully even if I was just 2 or 3 inches off the ground and for maybe 5 seconds. As the orgasm haze wore off I realized I was much sorer then I. “Anyway, Mom’s heading down to the Analog and is going to order coffee for everyone, so you need to be there in—let’s see—twelve minutes. ‘Bye!” With that she skipped off down the back stairs outside my door and was gone.Makeover? Oh. Yeah. Bring money. Damn.I read somewhere that on average women who have been dumped spend $800 on a makeover. When Hope left me and cleaned out my loft, I spent $12.95 on a case of beer and didn’t change clothes for two weeks. That was the last makeover I’d had.. She looked around and the only place was the other end of a table that was occupied by Poster Girl. Dakota asked if she could share the table and was warmly received. “Do you go to CSU?” Poster Girl asked.“Yes, I am in my last year. How did you know?”“Well, the CSU sweatshirt was the first clue, and the big thick textbook was the second.”“Ha, well, guilty as charged. You go to CSU as well; I think I saw you hanging posters around campus.”“That was me. I haven’t seen you around before. “Don’t worry about it, kiddo. You can stay here until you decide what you want to do, and I’ll help you sort things out.”“Thank you, Jack. You’re the best! I won’t be any trouble, I promise, and I’ll help around the house and I’ll get a job and I’ll just show Mom I don’t need her and her big house and her money! Wait until I have a nice apartment of my own and she sees I can take care of myself just fine!”“Whoa, honey, one day at a time! Let’s get some sleep and we’ll talk after breakfast.”“Can.