“Evening, ladies,” I murmur, resting my arms on the couch. “What's your name?”
“I'm Joanna,” says the blonde next to me.
She says, “I'm Lauren.”
Sarah's acquaintance introduces herself.
My left one chimes “Deb”
The next girl says, “I'm Carrie.” She's blunt.
Look around. Jonathan talks to Sarah's neighbor.
Three pals have separated.
It lets me glance around. Look around.
To females who go out at night in skimpy clothes trying to find a date.
Guys seeking for a lovely dickhole.
Too many people yelling to drown out the stillness.
Do I sound high? Nope. It's becoming clear.
They're not awful. Stripping isn't wrong. Hookers, phone s*x workers, models, webcam gals aren't awful. Providers and consumers aren't bad.
I recall my dad selling internet smut. Growing. Never stopped. Defin
