I really like that, but you need todo more of it. You guys need to touch each other more. Hug. Kiss eachother's cheeks. Little touches will make a big...difference. Just be moresisterly while your being motherly. Know what I mean?" I do," Rose smiled. "Thanks."Then, Vivian looked at John, crossed her arms and shook her head."Bebe... what can I say?"John looked at her, then glanced at the rest of the party. No one saidanything. "Well?" He finally asked. "Did I do anything right?"Vivian leaned back. Away from the beach, she wore a body stocking, non crotchless nothing under it. Her friend wore a unitard. When the bars by the beach were hitting it, she would walk the beach front wearing a thong, topless. She wore fishnet stockings so as not to be confused with a topless beach chick.Out of some sort of loyalty she saved her cunt for me, and only sucked cock and took it up the ass for money.I was away with the military for an average of 6 months a year. at ten tricks a day 7 days a week. Then I remember what’s up four floors – Zelda. I met her at the arch welding class on Greystone Ave. in the Bronx. She couldn’t have looked more than eighteen or nineteen but she tried to put it off like she was twenty five. She’s been nice to me, actually, since the class started last month. We even went to the Blue Bay for lunch a few times. She was for a good lot of that time pretty quiet. I also remember that day after class when she had a fresh, blue bruise right on her check and. The day passed slowly. It was hard to concentrate. I kept flashing back on my last fucking, on other fuckings, and getting really wet. I replayed my phone call with Colin over and over, trying tp pick it apart for nuances. I still thought I'd done well, completely in control for sure. But it hadn't been quite as one sided as I thought. I mean, I had agreed to go over to his place, and at the time he'd chosen. That was sort of like giving in, I supposed. Or it could seem like that. .