Stewie, the general manager, was proficient in these matters and orchestrated the machinations flawlessly. The only proviso was; that these assignatio...s couldn’t take place in company time. All proclivities other than extreme stuff got taken care of at the hotel. Gay, Lesbian, and bisexual penchants were on offer as long as they were paid for in cash to the ‘service’ provider. Roger did not require any kickbacks, and his high occupancy rate was all he desired. All in all, it was a winning. I madequite a noise but I reluctantly stopped and helped the sales guy pick itall up."Hey man can't you watch where you're going?" he exclaimed angrilygetting off his stool."Sorry kid I think I slipped on a wet spot or something," I repliedlamely picking up his stuff and handing it to him. There was more damagedone to my pride than to his merchandise.When I eventually turned back to look into the shoe store, I found thatthe lady had gone. Damn! Right then I hated that furry hat salesman.HerSo. John spent a year teaching me everything he wanted me to know about sex and I never ever once said no I don't want to do that, I trusted John and knew he wouldn't hurt me. After that first year I got pregnant and we had our first child. It was great and as soon as we could we were right back fucking like rabbits. Three years after our daughter was born I had us a son, with a black guy. John gave me to a black guy that worked for him. He fucked me bare and unprotected and I got pregnant. That is. Hell, she had taken a huge couple of steps the day before-but she was also judging me based on those other asshole guys. That didn't thrill me. But, yeah, I did understand, a little. I especially understood the significance of the number. She'd had her heart broken by three guys. We were both baseball nuts, remember? Three strikes and you're out.And I got that. What I needed to convince her to get was that-even when you strike out, you get back to the plate for your next at-bat. Because that.