" I feel that way too, sometimes," Harper admitted. "The hell of it is, I'm afraid I'd miss the excitement of it, the thrill of the hunt." Yeah, me to...," McMullen said. "God, this morning was about as easy a score for that kind of money that I've had in a while. Remember when we dreamed about getting a thousand bucks to play with?" We've gotten past that," Harper said. "We could both retire on what we've got in the bank. Just live off the interest, and have damn comfortable lives. But, you know. She was puzzled that he didn't want her to wear anything sexy. All he wanted her in was a plain, white button down blouse and a short denim skirt. Even the undies he wanted her to wear were not what she would have worn. Although it seemed strange she was intrigued since from reading his stories she knew he would have something planned.After a nice long shower she lay down on the bed and lit a joint. "Was he as good a lover as the characters in his stories", she wondered as she took a long hit.. Most men just wanted me to suck them till they got hard enough to fuck me. Most wanted me doggie style or on my stomach, ass pushed to receive their cock till they cum. They didn't want to be seen with a tg so they would ask me to leave quietly. These men were the ones I would only see once. If I saw them again they were looking for a different whore for the night. Then this man came thru the door and looked straight at me. He knew right away what I was there for and came to sit next to me. I. Her name is Swetha and I was sitting beside her. As it used to take at least 90 minutes to reach the office, I always try to take nap to avoid unwilling conversations. It became a daily routine for us to go to the office in the same cab as the cab members were fixed and I started talking to her.I was a pretty decent fellow as per Swetha’s perception. Yes, of course, I’m such a guy. But not with respect to Swetha. Because Swetha is a lady, where you cannot be decent with. She is 5.6 feet tall.