I sit and stare between my television and computer screen, my mind keeps remembering the first moment together. We had lay in your bed, the lights wer... dim. I had just gotten out of the hospital for a serious sports injury and still a bit high from the drugs. We were talking about life and somewhere randomly I bluntly blurted out “I like you, and your fricken hot.” I remember you laughing, still knowing I was dazed and confused from the anesthetics. “Thank you,” you said through your. " I unhooked my bra and let my big round tits spring free, my nipples stiff and swollen, begging for his mouth. "Holy shit!" He extinguished his cigarette and stood, unbuckling his belt and taking out his long, thick cock, which was standing hard and proud and ready for me. I watched him carefully as he grabbed my legs at the crook of each knee and pulled me suddenly toward him so that my ass was perched on the edge of the mattress and my back was flat on the bed. My body tightened as he. Then she started interacting with the families of my older associates who had been earning for the last decade or so, slowly building their dream life. Carrie decided to copy their lifestyle, but instead of taking it slowly, she started to bite a little more than we could chew. Pretty soon I was working longer hours to get the kind of money we needed to keep the lifestyle going. I was a candle burning on both ends, rushing to my grave.Gradually she showed she was becoming dissatisfied, first by. "You're hitting a ton! You really disfigured those damned Yankees!"I smiled. "I owe it all to Patti," I said.Well. Maybe not "all" -- but there was no doubt about it, she'd gotten me out of a horrible slump. I really did owe her -- big-time!"B.J. would have brought you out of it," Patti said modestly. "You'd have been all right." Maybe," I said. "But it wasn't B.J., this time. You're the one who brought me out of it. And I appreciate it!" I did, too. I may be as capable of spouting bullshit as.