He was about 10-15 feet away when he took his hand from his pocket and flashed a knife at me. "Hey, Bitch, let's step over into that alley and get bet...ter acquainted."I ignored him and kept on walking, just waiting for him to make an offensive move. "Bitch, I'm talking to you. You better stop, or you'll sure as hell get cut. Now, do what I say!"He was now just a little bit behind me, so I slowed down so that he could catch up. "OK, Cunt, now that's more like it. How about giving me a sample of. Not to mention your little...flaw." I lose more women that way," I've had an accedent down there, only got one. "Your lucky man. I hear the wemen you go out with. They almost all say the same thing. 'Oh he's packin'." I said leaning on the sink."Sence when are you so jealous of my manhood?" He said looking at all the little knik-knaks I had in my bath room."I'm not jealous. Are you fucking crazy. Me, jealous of a man." I said walking out the bathroom to put on some boxers.Mike stayed behind in. Paula's performance was so dirty and hot, I felt like I might cum in my pants. I simply couldn't wait to get back to our hotel so I could fuck her.One of the dancers who was not on stage came over to my table bringing two drinks with her. "Are you Paula's husband?", she asked. When I nodded, she sat down without being asked and placed one of the drinks in front of me. "Compliments of the house. In fact, Frank has cancelled your entire bar tab. I'm sure he's going to offer your wife a job. She. Memories of days, nights, experiences, with Julie and Anne, and other women, some of whose names I could not even remember, some of whom I was surprised to realize I had known twenty or thirty years earlier, were incomparably more vivid than Lynn’s infrequent, wraithlike presence. I masturbated to those memories considerably more than I had sex with my wife. And I masturbated to rented videos, seeking out those which featured women who bore some resemblance to Julie and Anne and Lynn in.