I should hate her, you say.But what shabby hate is that? What's the value of it? You don't even know what love is. Be honest. Do you really? I don't t...ink so. I loved her, man. I still love her, dammit. And now look! Watch how my heart twitches in my hands. It is bleeding to death.Look!Ah yes. Now your real men's eyes look away, eh? Why do you look away? Are you afraid of some blood?Or are you disgusted with a man showing his feelings?Anne and I have been married for almost nine years.I guess. Companies were said to hire prostitutes.”“This time it is different, apparently.”“Yes. Apparently, he doesn’t like American companies. He is going to require something different. I don’t know all the details. There is a local coming on a flight tonight. I have someone picking him up at the airport. He can meet with us tomorrow for more explanation and information. Or … I can just send him home.”“What would stop you from meeting with him?” “What I do know is … the woman, this time, has to. Certainly I wouldn't object if she got me into bed. But that was a far as it went. I sure as hell hadn't heard wedding bells. Nevertheless, I made polite noises about inviting her to dinner at an unspecified time.Diane had other ideas. She had decided that Jack was not going to slip through her hands. As she drove home that evening she thought about him. She had enjoyed his company. Whilst she had done most of the talking, she had done a little research beforehand and had used that to extract. My name is Evelyn Gardner, and I’m 21 years old. I’m completely in my senses and everything I’m about to say, I mean that for life. I swear to god. So, what do I start with? Yes, my official position in this world. Many of you want to be doctors, teachers, and lawyers, whatever! But I? I just want to be a useless cum slut. That’s right, I want to be a cum dumpster, forever. And there is only one man, who can officially own me, and that’s the guy who’s shooting this video, Ryan. I’m like his rag.