For who other than a fool would put his heart out when everything is so fleeting. Life, love, money, happiness. Dig deeper and it is impossible not to...see that these things are just the rouge on the cheek of a dead whore. Somewhere deeper inside him he thinks this, but on the surface he thinks very little at all. He has slipped into his auto pilot mode and forgets completely about the check that he had told himself he was there to get. Money is not what he needs right now, although what he. Hema handed both of us a glass of juice. The topic suddenly changed to lime juice and construction, I was totally relieved and was involved in the conversation for a while. They both were making fun of me.I was just hoping that Tulsi would leave and make space for me and Hema.After a few minutes, Tulsi received a call and had to leave. My face started to glow like a 100w bulb. It sent shivers also at the same time. But I didn’t rush.I had to play safe and tried to request Tulsi to stay for some. True sluts know that their place is always at a mans feet, or licking his asshole, or blowing his cock, whichever will bring him pleasure. Sluts will do anything for attention from their masters, and so they often put on shows with each other. Armed with strong tongues and 10 inch strap ons, they fuck on the street hoping that some man will see value in them enough to hopefully stick his rock hard cock deep in their worthless pussies. Sluts are also expected to take any and all pain a man. ." Ok, ok, just a sec." I said resignedly. The truth was, I had fantasized about Kate fairly regularly. It always left me feeling a bit guilty but I rationalized that it was innocent and that any guy who lived with a beautiful young woman would have to be dead not to at least think about the possibility. I wracked my brain for the most innocent fantasy, nothing too incriminating. "Ok, sometimes when I have a shower in the morning, I fantasize that you join me." "Ahhh," said Kate inquisitively,.