’ ‘Shit, Gus,’ said Des. ‘You ain’t done an honest day’s work in your entire life. If it ain’t thieving, it’s dealing meth, cracking ...oints or aggravated assault…’ ‘You ain’t no saint, Des. You got caught fair and square. You lifted a whole bunch of shit from that house on West White Street…’ ‘I was desperate. I was gonna be evicted and all. I had to do somethin’ to pay the rent. My missis was relying on me…’ ‘And now she’s done gone left you, Des. Fine load of fucking good it did you.. He can't make a lasting relationship because he doesn't really think anyone else exists.” “Talking about yourself?” she murmured, turning back to the wine cart. “What are you if not a lone wolf?” The buzzer went. Here he was. She put her glass down and went over to the mirror. Not bad, for 37. Her hair was still its natural full chestnut color, fine against her pale skin. The black skirt suit had cost a lot of money not that long ago, and…whose business was it what she was wearing underneath?. It made him smile. "This is very good."Antara nodded. "Yes. The beverage is extracted from the roots of the santolan bush which grows only in the northwest sector of Zantor. It is quite intoxicating."The other crewmen sipped the santo and had similar reactions. They grinned in satisfaction as they licked their lips.Antara smiled at their reactions. "Please. Help yourself to the food men."They tried small samples of the offerings and found everything absolutely delicious. They agreed that. ‘Ok then,’ she muttered. She got up from the floor, fixed herself up and walked toward the front of the coffee shop. I stood there for a moment, leaned up against the back of the phone booth, my dick hanging low and heavy. My heart broke for her. She was so desperate to get out of that joint. I shook my head, put my dick back inside my pants and buttoned back up. When I walked back toward the front of the shop, back to my seat, she was wiping down the counter. ‘Look, doll,’ I said to her. ‘I.