Apparently she'd come out doing her act, the crowd would be into it, and then Cher would enter from the other side of the stage, blowing their minds. Of course she plied me with drinks, and we smoked some bud. I miss her in my life but I know in my heart that she is out there somewhere being awesome, and I know that the people around her know how lucky they are to be in her life because she chooses her associates carefully. I honestly haven't thought about Lori in years, although now I'm not entirely sure why. I suppose I'm not particularly proud of how I mostly wasted my life during this period, but as I come to write this account some questions occur to me that I hadn't ever considered before. I guess the main one would be did Lori know who I was before we met? It's a fair question really because as I said I was fairly well known around the hippest bars in Nashville, and having worked at a strip club and dated japanese a stripper who was also deep into the goth/punk/art scene I guess I had kind of a rep long before this. Bartenders knew me, and they knew Lori. As a heavy drinker and a big tipper she was beloved by many a bartender so if she saw me and asked it wouldn't take her long to find out about me. It's entirely possible that she just asked the bartender at Multi-Bob when I went to the bathroom or something that first night, but knowing Lori that seems unlikely. Either we just met, she took a chance and trusted her own judgment, or she researched me pretty thoroughly. I have seriously never even considered it until this moment but the more I think about it the more I lean towards the later. It just makes too much sense based on everything I know about her, especially how much she loved a bargain. I went with her once to buy a new futon frame and she was incredibly shrewd about negotiating price, and trying to get anything extra that she could. She was like asian a bargain shark. After about the third thing she asked about the possibility of getting for free the salesperson said, "No, but you're good." sounding genuinely impressed. We did end up getting something extra too. Now for what she needed a sex therapist, or hell even a jigalo would have been pretty fucking expensive, but I was a comparative bargain. Not that I would mind if that is the case. If anything I would be even more impressed, and quite frankly flattered that she chose me. It takes a certain talent to see someone that others regard as useless, who may even see themselves as useless, and utilize their talents. So that's my story, and if I could have you take anything from it, that would be a new respect for the power of empathy, and a desire to practice it. My Best Friend’s Older Sister: Part 2 I was in the deep end of the pool, well away from the edges, but I wasn’t afraid. Even though I didn’t know how to swim, I seemed to be treading water pretty well. Trill, Trill. What was that? I looked around, water lapping at my face, but couldn’t find the source of the noise. Trill, Trill. Something seemed to grab my feet and I started to sink a little bit. Still not afraid, I let it happen, with the knowledge that being over my head was not necessarily a bad place to be... Trill, Trill. “Wake up, sleepy head.” Maddie’s sultry voice whispered in my ear. Through the crack in my eyelids I could see her turning her phone alarm off and resetting it. “You’ve had an hour to rest, now it’s time for you to please me again.” A flood of memories came rushing back. My night with Maddie hadn’t been a dream, it had really happened. “Wow, Shay! He said it were his underpants, that before he would show me his penis I would have to practice by touching a piece of fabric that had touched his penis. Brenda Martin did not answer for a few moments, then said, "Tell you what...you go over to that side of the house. Truth to tell, a guy is easy to please....BUT, you don't get much out of it unless you do pussy sex or 69. I took a deep breath. Grasping Mike’s shaft, she gently squeezed and began to move her japanese hand up and down. He pulled her bra off, revealing her naked breasts. I tried to do some damage control by faintly apologizing in a hoarse voice. He was going to never permit any males in the house except for himself. Officer Murphy ripped his dick out of my spasming pussy, the vibrator still buzzing away in my asshole. Seeing her slip out of her boots, all fishnet now, I made note of how precious her little feet were. We kiss again asian for a couple of minutes, and I’m still hard inside her. We’ve been sandbagged. He wipe my tears. The word stopped my tongue. She had a glass of wine and glass of bourbon waiting for her husband and lover. “Take all of me.” I should probably get some water bottles.