She was a bit out there, babbling on and on, I realised she was drunk, she was a fucking drunk. She would go to the kitchen, from time to time, I cau...ht her guzzling wine, from the bottle, like a fucking homeless loser, I knew she was weak, and I wasnt. I simply told Donald to go for walk and I would call him when he could return, he was horrified, but as I grabbed his little wee wee, through his jeans, it was hard, and I laughed , he blushed, left. She didnt even ask where her son. I kind of hated the thought of doing it in a way, since I’ve always been really self-sufficient, but sometimes you got to do what you got to do. I asked a few of the guys at work and found the best agency to call, and gave them a buzz a couple days later. The agent I ended up on the phone with was a sweet sounding lady named Veronica, and after chatting for a little while about what I was looking for and what I could afford, we made plans to meet the following Saturday for breakfast to go over. “I wonder if the war will ever end, or if Paul McCartney is really...”Kim wrapped her arms around me and put her lips on mine. My knees went weak as I realized that this was what I had been waiting for all along. My desire for her was real and I recognized this as I began to kiss her back.Her sweet lips were like sugar dissolving on my tongue. The world around us was spinning, and for some reason, the sun got a little brighter, while my heart beat faster. Our hands moved along and explored the. “You ready? We can take my car if you like? It’s running real good now. Thanks for taking care of that, by the way.”“Um, sure,” Paul agreed. He’d hoped he could snuggle with her on the couch and share a few shots with her before they went out to get her new phone but he was willing to roll with whatever Melody wanted for now. As Andrew had said, Paul’s money would get her horny and that’s all that really mattered.The phone turned into a phone and case and some sort of insurance that moved the.