Won't be long." What! What are you thinking? What if you change back? What is you meetsomebody I know?"She laughed, with my laugh. "I'll just bluff it... talk some shit aboutfootball and women with big tits. Don't lock me out." She winked at me,"of me own flat." It's not your flat!" I shouted after her, but she had gone.So I stared at the ceiling, focussed all my energy on the soggy, flabbytits puddled on my chest and willed them to go back to where they'd comefrom.The front door banged, lifting. Met her again a few days later when we went to Bangkok Beat, (Now sadly gone) in Soi 7. One thing lead to another and we became a couple. I was able to get her visa's to travel with me to other countries. I was always curious about her past, she had no tattoos, had not asked for money for sex, but I just wondered what she had been doing for the early part of her life. She talked about an old American boyfriend and I got just enough details from her to trace him down. He was living in America. She saw only a few things in the refrigerator, and went to look in the pantry. She took 2 packages of bacon, and a roll of sausage, and started cooking them. She had not made biscuits for a long time, and had all but forgotten how, so she took two cans of biscuits out and put them in the oven to cook. She then took a large frying pan, and put some bacon grease in it, adding flour, salt and pepper, to form the base for gravy. When it was to her satisfaction, she poured in milk, and began. Daddy Sam: "Come baby. I will get these stuff afterwards. I need to get you ready first."I followed daddy Sam to the elevator. My 6" stiletto heels where making a lot of noice inside the garage.Daddy Sam: "I love the sound of your heels. It's the sound of a good cock whore."We go into the elevator, and daddy pressed the button for the penthouse. As we start going up, daddy gets behind me and starts groping me. Lola: "Oh daddy."Daddy Sam: "Fuck baby. Your panties are so wet and your ass feels so.