’ Her smile brightened and she wrapped her arms around my left arm, her head lying on my shoulder. I reached down into my bag with my other hand and...pulled out a thin blanket and covered both of us. We both sat together and watched the rest of the movie. I must’ve fallen asleep again at some point because I woke up and everything was dark, and I couldn’t feel her by my side anymore. I sat up and looked around, worried, and looking for some sort of proof that it wasn’t in my head. I could. There were six hanging beds, that extended from the ceiling, where clients could pay for a prostitute and do the deed right there in the middle of the room, with only a sheer canopy around the bed to block the view. Along a far wall was another stage, where girls were being led, naked across as clients and pimps bid money for either their services, or to buy them outright. Clients and pimps were buying drugs and weapons from one another, discussing business, and drinking alcohol as if it were. I imagine he’s asleep. Maybe you should get a little yourself. There’s a couch over there. We’ve promised the doctor we wouldn’t go in until he gets here. We’re picking him up at Teterboro at ten. We’ll wake you up when he gets here.”I nodded at that. That couch was battered and stained and looked absolutely wonderful. I used the bathroom first, but when I stretched out on its surface, I was out like a light in half a minute. My intention was to snooze for about an hour, but it was eleven. He said he couldn't wait to meet me so he could shoot his hot cum all over my pretty little panties while I'm wearing them.I'm trying to choose an outfit to wear to meet Dylan in. It's a toss-up between my dark green silk jumpsuit, or my white capri pants and red-and-white striped sweater. Or maybe I should wear a something a little dressier. I have a pair of white linen slacks and a peach cashmere sweater - the outfit is conservative and classy. Dylan might appre-ciate that.Yeah, that outift's.