“At the Blue Range Hotel.” He replied! "And what about a Mrs…………ummmmm!” She enquired but he cut her off in mid sentence. “There is ...no Mrs Rooney!” He replied quickly. “Never has been, just still waiting to meet the right person I guess!” He smiled at her and looked around the room. “It’s busy isn’t it?” She nodded in agreement as she sipped her third cocktail of the evening.“Listen Carol, do you fancy going somewhere else? Perhaps for dinner?”Carol’s eyes lit up and she readily agreed. His demeanorchanged. He slowed his pacing, thinking intensely to himself, occasionallynodding. I could see the business man in him coming back out.“I don’t like pimps,” he finally expressed aloud. “So no, I don’t sell pussy. Inever have before, but I’ve never really thought about it.”Silence.“But there’s good money there,” he continued. “There’s really goodmoney. So, if we were to start somethin’ up together, we could get some dough.But I wouldn’t be your pimp. I could make arrangements and. "Eric couldn't believe what he was hearing. Men only see this kind of thing in the rarest of photos. The pretzel worthy sex position never to actually be encountered in real life, only by some other lucky bastard. Lifting her foot gently, Eric moved it higher until meeting a slight resistance near her ear. Slowly he pressed further until it really did pop into place. Taking the second foot in a repeated motion he did the same but the previously placed foot caused some additional difficulty.. I decided the most practical solution was to stitch two small straps onto the back of our shirts, one on the left side near the center and the other just below the right shoulder. That way after sliding the lightweight spears through the straps we could carrying them easily without restricting movement.After explaining my idea to my two mates, I came up with a little mischievous secondary idea of my own. We cut the straps and stitching then after removing our shirts so we could stitch on the.