This was not how to refer to Helen. She was one of the nicest people around. She was a little heavy, but sweet and always helpful. Cooked the best che...secake in Chicago. Mark was going to have a real problem finding a good replacement for her. But with 15 women for every man in Chicago, it probably would not be too long.“Helen Gester, 219-73-2215.” And sweet blonde hair at both ends. Dave and Margaret had partied with Helen and Mark a few times.“Okay, I’ve got her. Almost past selection. We. I will take the ladies to breakfast in the morning, and then send them on their way. Then do what I have to do for the next few weeks.There wasn’t a dry eye at the table after my sad little speech. I stared after the coaches that would be taking my ladies somewhere in the middle of nowhere, until I could no longer see any of the coaches. We all loaded up in a limousine sent here for us and headed to Market Square Arena. As it was nearing the time that the team would arrive, I was more than. "You know I'm involved in the movie business" Petra began "but I've nevertold you what type of films I make" "No, you haven't" I replied. "Well tocut a long story short, I make porn films" Petra continued, not battingan eyelid. "Wow" was all I could say, slightly nonplussed. Petra was ashort and rather overweight woman in her late thirties so I didn't reallyneed her to add "Obviously I direct them rather than appear in them"Petra's revelation had left me feeling rather uneasy; bearing in mind. Then I thought about my neighbor from across the complex (the one that likes to feed you his cock) and I panicked a little – another knock – (just see who it is, but if it's him, don't open that door).After getting to my feet, shaking the drowsiness from my head, I looked through the peephole in my door. It was my neighbor that lived right next to me standing there with another guy (what the fuck does he want). "You think he's still up." I heard one of them say just before I opened the door.My.