I knew we might be just country boys but we had this big time lawyer over a barrel. He changed his tone of voice with us."Umm, what did you say your n...ame was?" He could see we weren't going to answer his question so he continued. "Look, give me a couple of days and I'll talk to my son and see what we can work out," he said.I yelled out, "Bullshit! I know you run this fucking firm and your son is nothing but an egotistical yes man. You have three hours to get the paperwork set up and your poor. I know, hen-nights can be so embarrassing sometimes, but you've chosen well, I promise you that. Some girls go for the male strippers, which frankly can be a bit cheesy. But this is something a little different, as you know. It's a special treat for you, Abi, before you settle down with the man of your dreams, a treat that may even change your life. I'm not exaggerating – have you ever thought about other women sexually? No? Not even had a little kiss with one of your cute friends here? . Amidst my loneliness, I turned to my old friend Max who owned a small diner that he'd built from nothing. He was a happy man despite losing his wife in a car accident. I had frequented his cafe for years for conversation and the greasy gut bombs that my wife never allowed me to eat; sneaking them home to devour during football games while she was away. Eventually I sold the house full of memories at a loss, and moved into an apartment in town to await my own demise.One particular rainy. ..some of it landed on the outer edge of mymouth and I in the haze of everything accidentally lapped it up...and Imean lapped because my tongue swirled around it and seemed to savor itstaste. I thought I was going to lose it right then and there with anerection or would I somehow turn into a slut without losing a match? Ihad to shrug this all off and focus as my friend was just sluttivised andneeded to do something, but couldn't.As if that wasn't enough, Kong Fi then called the ref over and.