“Oh! Then you can’t go out looking like this.”“Wow, were these guys gonna give me a jacket to cover up or something?” I began getting a bit ...happy. As if reading my mind he said, “I mean all dressed up like this.” What? I am not even wearing a slip under this short thin sleeveless tee. My body is all sweaty already and sticking to my body.Do these guys still think I am too dressed up? “Take off your bra,” he ordered in a no-nonsense tone. “Of course not!” I was shocked. The guys were clearly. ..”She saw my eyes. “Wasn’t stealin’, you know ... Just as much mine as his. And I hitchhiked up the road twenty miles and stayed in one a’them run-down motels that rents by the week. And I visited the truck stops...”I saw tears in her eyes. “Step-dad was right. I really WAS a whore. Twenty-buck blowjobs and fifty bucks for a fuck ... then I guess somebody turned me in. Cop told me that I had a choice – hang around there and get run into jail or get my ass out of the county right then. In a. ”“I’m glad you’re doing so well. Your leg looked so torn up.”“It looked much worse than it really was. It was nothing compared to the poor people who lost limbs or even their lives.”We were both somber, at a loss for words, when the hostess let us know that our table was ready.After we ordered our drinks, Marge got the conversation going again.“So, what stroke of luck brought you to me in my hour of need?”“Actually, it was my bad luck...”Marge was taken aback by my attack of foot in mouth. I still will think about it and it gets me hard.I lived in San Diego and one night I was bored and horny, like most nights haha. I got on craigslist and looked through casual encounters and men for men. The SD craigslist is pretty good for that, so I read a guys post saying he was an older guy in his late forties looking for some fun. He had a picture of his cock and it was tan and semi hard, looked good to me. So I emailed him and within 10 mins I got a reply back saying he was interested. Ok.