...tourist going through NZ; ex picked him up in bar; he was just way too bigloufresh: some gagging and hurting that nightfisterguy: haha. did you jus...t suck him? or did he fuck that nice little pussy of yours?Loufresh: bothFisterguy: niceloufresh: now that I think of it, maybe it wasn't THAT bad; me ex set up a photo shootfisterguy: where did he shoot his load?fisterguy: can I see?loufresh: he was always doing thatloufresh: guess where he shot itfisterguy: on your pretty face?Loufresh:. ‘What about music?’ She squints and clicks her tongue. ‘Let’s see…the last I knew, you were getting ready to spend some time at that mixing place.’ I nod. ‘The Cutting Room. Yeah, I remember.’ ‘So? What’s happened since then?’ ‘You want all of it?’ For the first time, she seems genuinely comfortable. ‘I do.’ So I tell her everything. I tell stories about working with musicians in New York after she left, about visits to other studios around the country, about meeting Eddie Vedder and cutting. I’m going to get a cup of coffee, and then I’ll have another look at the numbers. Maybe if I change some accruals, he’ll be happier.’ Every year it was like this. The year-end numbers had been good, but the budget for this year wasn’t aggressive, at least in Carl’s eyes. If profits weren’t going to exceed last year’s business plan, he was worried. He was worried every year in January, and stayed that way until the year-end numbers showed we’d made it. Then, he was happy and took everybody to. Looking around, I saw other cameras pointing at other angles at the bed saw them moving with each little movement and knew they were motion detected. They would follow me wherever I went. That was when he told me there were more cameras in the bathroom to record me in there too. In fact there were cameras everywhere in the house and that eventually he would be all too willing to sell the videos he made of us together to online customers and I would be his budding porn star.Smiling at the look.