I handed the waitress a 20 and told her to keep the change, as Sarah was dragging me out to my car.When we entered her apartment, it was exactly like ...ary had predicted. Cozy, neat and very comfortable.Her two cat’s greeted us, then scampered off somewhere and hid.I laughed, “I don’t think they like me.”“Other than Emmy, you’re the only person they’ve ever seen! She doesn’t think they like her either.” She giggled, as she led me to her bedroom. I sent a mental picture to Mary. I could feel her. If you think you gotta pound like a goddamned piston for more than 45 minutes,and this is at the TOP of as long as you need to last,then you dont know what the fuck you are doing.Period.Women will tell you,that a great pounding is good,but there's no need to shoot a line of shit,about you lasting for "hours." More than 4 hours,Viagra or not,and DAMAGE begins.Most people get bored after 2 hours of doing anything...My wife and a LOT of women ive met over the years,in and out of the lifestyle,HATE. “I am also Miss Larimer’s boyfriend ... significant other ... however you want to term it,” I said. “She asked me to accompany her to the meeting to handle any media relations that might be necessary either on the way or after the meeting with her label. My service in that capacity wasn’t needed. It seems only Mr. McHenry and his associates knew of the meeting. My actions on the plaza were solely the response of any person that saw his friends and loved ones in danger. I was not acting as. I took the cap off, and did as I was told. It really didn't matter that much to me anyway. Within seconds, my wife was branded as 'Eric's Slut', written in big black letters across the width of her ass."Say thank you to your husband," Eric said, squeezing her breast again. Heather let out another yelp."Thank you for writing that on me," she squealed.Eric pushed me to the side, causing me to fall off of the bed. I went back to chair and took up my seat. Sarah was glaring at me with those.