My life was a full fuckfest of sweet babes and freedom that I didn't want interrupted. I called my girlfriend and asked her what I could do to get my ...om to stop? She laughed. "You've got to catch her in the act silly. Once you have that then you control her."Man she was brilliant. So I grabbed my small digital video camera and set it up on my dad's bureau across from their bed and behind some fake plants. I knew that the guy was there before I came home and set up the timer for one hour. "There's no such female as Lady Luck," I countered miserably, staring at Angie until she shivered and gulped at my knob. "If there were, she would have been dispatched like everyone else - or hanged or electrocuted, whatever her poison – because how can chance have intelligence and keep one specific woman safe while killing another? Wouldn't that be cruel?"Kevin didn't answer. Instead, he took a further unwieldy bite of his sandwich, chewing lengthily on his bit of ass. He pulled back on his. But there was something about the way the lady at the bar was looking at me. It was not a inquisitive look. It was more of a look of interest. I have never been a shy one. So I motioned for her to come over. She got up from her barstool and walked over to my booth. She was about 5’5″ and I would say about 120lbs. She was wearing a red dress that hugged her curves. She sat down and introduced herself. Tammy. I started to pour on the compliments. I ordered her a drink and we started to talk. I. I had bought her one for her on our first date and it seemed to melt her heart every time I did it. The rose was my way of telling her how much I cherished her.She wasn't there. I had no idea where she could be. She always waited until about one o'clock before she ran an errand so that she wouldn't miss me if I came home. Her pattern of behavior for the past several years had been broken. I stood in the kitchen clutching the rose while my instincts alarmed. I felt the knot in my stomach begin.