" Nadia said putting out her lower lip and a frown covered her face. "Yeah right! That's why in the hell I think and dream about you day and night, tw...nty-four hours a day!" Gary very quickly replied, watching her smile return and it looked like she was about to cry. "You should have said something, baby," she said and inched closer to him, sat up on her knees and Nadia put her arms around his neck."I know, but it gets so depressing when you get rejected so much or when they say, 'I think of. I don't go out, I haven't been cooking at all. I just eat cereal and microwave dinners and watch reruns of 90s sitcoms and listen to the same albums over and over and play video games. I haven't seen my friends in a while. I just don't know what I have in common with them anymore. I mean with anyone really-- uuhn."Martin grunted. He looked down at his lap to see his therapist, Dr. Marie Sternberg with his cock in her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she bobbed up and down steadily taking him deep. " If you want a juicy story, head to the Boulevard Hotel room 106.The key is under the door.Take your camera."With that, the caller hung up.Johnson raced for his camera.This was the kind of tip-off that reporters dreamed of.Johnson usually specialised in celebrity and racy scoops; itwas not that uncommon for him to receive such calls.He found his digital camera and began dressing in a whirlwind of activity.Half an hour later he was jogging up the stairs of the hotel.He kneeled down outside room. .." Of course they're gonna know!" I giggled. "Everybody's gonna see us together and stuff." I think he means about me and him." Mark grinned and Chris nodded at that."Oh, well, people will just think I have two boyfriends, probably." I shrugged. "But we'll know what's really going on anyway, so who cares what they think?" Yeah, ummm ... Okay." Chris was worried about being called a fag or a homo or any of those other dumb things ignorant people say."Don't worry about it, Chrissy." Mark reached.