If you gave that prick one..”“ You can have as many blow jobs as you want.”“ Why not a blow job is a blow job even if it is off an ugly cunt l...ke you.”I could not believe he was going to let me suck his cock. I never gave him the chance to change his mind, cheesy or not his cock was in my mouth, to be fair I think I got his cock on a good day as there was hardly any taste of it at all. I had wanked myself crazy so many times imagining I was sucking his cock that I think it came naturally, and. ‘If you’ll just stand over there in the shade ’till we’re through, I’d appreciate it.’ The Crime Scene van arrived and we stood out of the way, talking quietly and holding each other, while the techs marked our empty cases, took pictures and video and collected what little evidence there was. Under the sheriff’s direction, they got at least a dozen pics of the knife, lying 6′ from the mugger’s hand. Outside the restaurant, a crowd had gathered. I could see people taking pictures and video. I felt his eyes check me out as I continued to the sofa across from him and turned on a movie. Across the Universe, it was already recorded, was on. As I watched the movie I pretended not to acknowledge his obnoxiousness. His loud laptop battling the sound of the television, his blatant ignorance of me, and his energy really peeved me. If he thought he was getting any of this, he was dead wrong. With the movie almost over I decided to make lunch. I got up and sauntered into the kitchen. I began. How I get the hard luck cases I’ll never know. Then again it might have been my horny instincts kicking in. It always seems like the ones that are the quiet ones are the biggest nymphos. Candice June Fletcher (aka ‘Fletch’) was the most socially inept girl I knew. She was awkward, clumsy, and very clueless acting. To make matters worse, her clothes looked like Salvation Army and Good Will store rejects. Even so she had a thing for short skirts which can be a real turn on, fashion sense or not..