L enjoys sharing lurid detail of her sexual escapades, but I am more restrained. Writing this is one thing, sitting in front of your wife confessing a... trip to a prostitute another. Stumbling like a child caught stealing cookies, I started my narration from the moment I entered the parlor. How I had paid at the counter and met Joy in her tiny blue bikini.“Describe her, what is her body like,” L interrupted.Blushing, I described Joy’s young Asian body. Her small, pert breasts, cute butt and kind. "The girl by-passed Mary's out stretched hand and took her into her arms and hugged her and then kissed her on the cheek. "Why thank you Mrs. Rose, but to be honest you're even more beautiful than Brian described to me and I am so happy to finally get the chance to meet you."Mary was a little taken aback by the girl's comments but she seemed to be genuinely sincere about meeting her so she dismissed them out of hand. "Why thank you Dianne that's nice of you to say. Oh, and please call me Mary". They caught up with me and I with them. They were good people and I have to honestly say that through my entire marriage to Susan had never once treated me as anything other than the son they never had. As I finished my meal at the table, feelings of guilt were taking over. We talked for about another hour, then I began my trip home. It was always good to see Susan’s parents. But it was also always sad. We both reminded ourselves of what we had lost when Susan had died.The week started like any. "Anyway, I did all the work, getting you all in and out of there, and I deserve twice as much as blondie over here." That's fuckin' bullsh-" Stop!" Beck shouted, silencing the two girls. "Look, we all said that we would split the money fairly between the four of us. And that's what-" Even though this was my plan from top to bottom?" Robbie asked."Uhh…Yes…" Beck said, shooting him an annoyed look."So, I spent hours preparing the plan, which got us in and out without a problem, and then figured.