One guy or two guys, whatever we could get. Two sluts on the prowl, looking for cock. Gracie was so uninhibited and it was catching. She made me feel ...ninhibited and comfortable with my slutty nature. We planned our night at Clancy's, to pick up a guy, take him home and fuck him, the way we would have planned a shopping trip. Gracie was so different to my girlfriends, so out there, so crazy and so slutty. I loved it.I felt comfortable and confident with her in a way I never felt with the other. Her unabashedly thick accent tossed the words of the harsh language around like playthings or streams of honey in Emeline’s head. ‘Business is going well. Exactly as I told you before. We have had a number of wealthy new patrons.’ ‘That’s great,’ Emeline said meekly, trying not to draw the attention of the patrons around her. ‘I didn’t doubt you.’ The woman grinned back, square white teeth peeking out against her complexion. The soft ebony skin reached across high cheekbones and a powerful jaw,. "We have some ice there in the pitcher and plenty of drinks. Would you like one?"Sitting down, "Well, I..." Diet Coke, or diet Dr Pepper?"Harris chuckled. "I'll have the Coke."Soft drink in hand, he looked more closely at his patient. "I see that her eyes are partially open now. Has she said whether she can see anything? Oh, crap. I can't believe I even said that, but she read my code. I can't conceive of a way you could have determined what I sent unless she told you." She says she can see. “We both know. At first we thought it was kinda funny, the creepy older man from across the street wanking over the younger married woman.” “I haven’t” I said, but It was obvious I was lying. “Don’t. I’ve seen you. David just left me because of it. He wanted to go to the police and report you, but I told him not to.”“Why? I said. “I married a bore. His idea of good sex is both of us climaxing together. I’ve always been different. I thought if I married I stiff I’d become like everybody.