Our tongues lazily explored each other’s mouths and lips slid slowly over each other. I nodded, “That was satisfying. A few days ago, I’d been concerned about rent, student debt payments, and saving up to go to Vancouver with some of my friends. Trust me.”
Helen didn’t wait for a response. It was Saturday evening before she walked out of my apartment as gracefully as if she hadn’t been railed constantly by me. I’d learned that the younger brunette I’d met briefly on Friday was named Ashlee. Did she not care that she was getting fired? He looked up at me and smiled, the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes cutting deep furrows. She stood by the door, arms crossed and leveled a gaze at the younger woman standing beside me, “Ashlee, would you mind giving me a few moments alone with Mr. Most of them do both! You have an hour to do so. “Marcus,” she said, “you’re the wealthiest individual in the entire world by a fair degree. I was ready to do it
