I mean I hear it all; I'm a bartender. I do not make a $100 an hour; I make maybe fifty grand a year base. But! and it's a big but, I'm content.My wif...e's a nurse. She graduated from a local community college with her A.S. degree and passed the NCLEX soon after, and that with flying colors. That was ten years ago. My wife, by the way, is a very smart cookie. Oh, and with all of the overtime she works, she makes more than I do. She keeps telling me I should do the doctoral program and go into. When I think she was back at ease, I gently started applying more pressure and thus slowly the phallus started entering inside her. It was warm inside yet a cool slipperiness welcomed us in. It was ecstatic, an out of the world experience. Everything seems to have been ceased from existence. It was just me and her. The sound of the rain droplets outside was musical, pure romantic. My phallus was going in and out of the vagina. Because of the position, her vaginal walls became much more tight. ?” A burst of male laughter startled me into silence. “Oooh, gas, excuse me. What is the bitch doing in here? Does she think this is a filling station?” was one man’s idea of humour. “No, I reckon she is on the game,” another wit called out, “How much for a blow-job, love?” Those were the more polite comments I heard as the two who had been playing pool put down their cues and walked slowly over to me. I glanced around nervously as a rough hand brushed my bare shoulders. “We ain’t got gas. His new sneakers were the latest leaps on his cutthroat urban climb.“You think you can do better, huh?”“Damn right I can do better,” said Claude.“Oh, so now that you’re a big time scholar and all, let’s see if you can take it to the hole. Books aren’t gonna help you this time.”Claude took the ball from him and shot. He missed by a few inches.“Yep. Some things don’t change,” smiled Clarence, who then hugged his friend. “How you doin’, bro?”“I’m alright. How about you?”“Still livin’”“Just barely.