He is tired but he spends an hour making love to her. At the end he makes his third mark ‘lll’ and then falls asleep.In the morning the sheik come...s in to wake him and notices the paper.‘Congratulations my friend. You beat me by 7 women, I only made love to 104 of them.’This One Is Compliments of SmokeyjoeFather Michael, a young novice monk was called to the Abbotts office.“I’m sending you and the other novices to Sydney to spread our cause. I want you to go around ‘Kings Cross’, because you. Some of the women I've been with have complained about it being too big for them. And, as I told you last night, it's hard to hide when I'm swimming or whatever. I get all kinds of dirty looks, even from the guys, and it bothers me." I think I know how that feels. I get nipple erections all the time, and it can be embarrassing. I like to wear soft bras, and they don't really hide them. And going bra-less is really out of the question, particularly with tee shirts or summer dresses." I can't. I sat down and slipped my feet into eachshoe before I buckled the straps before standing up and tottering towardsAmber.I must have looked appropriately delicate and feminine because neitherAmber nor Steve said anything before Amber guided Steve to my right:"Steve, you don't mind do you? Come and put your arm round Nasrullahlike you own her."I am sure Steve deliberately brushed his hand against my outer thighbefore resting it on my hips, as he did it sent frissons through my bodyand I shuddered. A formerly rich stockbroker humbled by a serious of disastrous investment schemes, Richard Brooks had used his last remaining savings to buy the diner. He had renovated an old property that he had taken in trade for a long forgotten debt and opened the diner as a hedge against poverty. Over the decades, the diner had provided his best source of support and a boatload of valuable tax deductions. Still, Richard was no nearer the Last Chance this Christmas Eve than he was on any other day. Besides.