The dreams of being rich when I wasn’t? Meaningless now. There just was no satisfaction in it, hard to explain, I know. If anything, it depressed me.... I think I had been suffering from depression for quite a long time. I saw the motel sign, familiar, realized where I was. Where I had ended up, without even thinking about it, so much other stuff on my mind. I pulled in and stopped, one place was as good as another. There was a younger lady on the counter, the old man was not around. I asked about. She was keeping me from my belovedbasslines, and my brain took a minute to work out why. I was a guy... Isuppose so, but why was that important, I just wanted to grind to themusic? I looked back at the queue.. All girls, now I came to look... Didit really matter that much? I pleaded, tried to explain myself, but shedidn't care, just assumed I was drunk, even offered to call me a taxi.All that mattered was how to get back in. The weeks without had beenhell, but now I could hear that delicious. I couldnt help but notice that the thong was concealing something massive. He kept taunting me about being a virgin bride. He danced me around the room, sliding his hands around. grabbing a feel every now and then. Soon he was kneeling at my feet. He leaned back with his legs spread and said, Let me teach this young virgin bride whats going to happen Sunday night. Your man is going to grab you….hes going to take your fine young body straight to bed. The other girls were laughing at my. I pick up my lighter and hand it out lighting it up for she looks at me and leans forward to light her cigarettes.Inhales the cigarettes and blow slowly even the way she smokes is classy sensual almost if I was a guy I would wonder what else could she blow“thanks, would you like one?” she asks reaching her cigarettes offering me one“No thanks I don’t smoke” “Oh, you don’t smoke but you carry a lighter?”“I always keep one in case a beautiful lady needs a light,” I say winking at herShe smiles.