My Mustang was only two and a half years old, paid off, and worked wonders for my attitude, keeping me on an even keel. It was my most important posse...sion, except for that Dewar’s half bottle in the trunk. I found a little, run-down motel along the highway just across the Ohio as it was getting dark and I put in. I could have made it all the way home, but I was in no hurry. No one knew I was coming. I was a low expectation. I could not like-sleep without the Dewar’s, but I didn’t drink it. The house was already built, but we added on, and later I did most of the work back here. The deck, the landscaping, those are all my work, and I built the garden benches too. I contracted the studio building out. The construction people were able to access the back of the property so they didn’t tear up the landscaping while they were working.”“Nice! You work with tools, carpentry, cabinetmaking, stuff like that?”“It’s a hobby. When I need to take a break from the computer I usually end up in. After getting past the initial meeting in person bit, we grabbed a bite to eat downtown and shortly after we were getting hot and heavy in room 308 of the Royal Inn. One hell of a first date, huh?She was pudgy-we’ll call it the freshman 25-had red hair (think Isla Fisher-the virgin clinger from Wedding Crashers), amazing 36D tits, big, light colored nipples, and green eyes. Though there were quite a few girls in my classes at school, there was one huge difference between them and my ex; my ex. Tina had heard about a band playing there tonight and I was happy at the thought of not staying local. We each took our own cars that way if anyone decided to leave we didn't have to wait on the others. As we drove my mind went to dark places, I began to think about what it would be like to hook up with a stranger and fuck the hell out of them in the back room of the bar. Or to be bent over a pool table and have 2 or 3 guys take turns pleasing my pussy. The very thought of these things made me.