Evidently, she had decided she'd made the right call. It was only second place, but it was a very encouraging way to begin a career -- outdistancing a...field of young professionals every bit as hungry for success on the links as she had been.We had a lovely, laugh-filled early dinner at the finest restaurant we could locate in Hammond, Indiana. True to The Plan, we left there and found a bar -- a "neighborhood bar," as it turned out.It was a new experience for both of us. This was no "cocktail. "I'm hungry," Cammi suddenly said out of the blue. Nothing new there. Fuck, cum, afterglow, back to normal. Day in, day out. I wouldn't give it up for the world."Yeah, me too," I replied. "Let's get washed up. I think the buffet's still open."We quickly showered together, washing each other quickly and efficiently, and got dressed and went down to the hotel's beachside buffet place. It's not uncommon for us to have hot, sweaty, teenage sex again in the shower, but we didn't want to miss the. The female of the species has the tools to make a grown man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the want of cunt. We are such sad bastards really.Mrs. Jackson on the third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would snatch an opportunity. My survey appointment took me less than ten minutes, I was getting more proficient at assessing the needs of each flat. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical accent. I was pleased to see she did not carry the usual. ’ I said. ‘I’m gonna need some time to think about this. This isn’t the kind of decision that you can make in an instant.’ Sara said. ‘I’ll give you one week. I will expect your answer by noon next Saturday or I will file for divorce the following Monday morning. The kids are at my parents’ house, I’ll be at a motel, but I’ll be back here at noon next Saturday for your answer.’ I said. I got up from the table, went and packed a bag really quick and went and checked into a motel. I didn’t hear.