Summer is the perfect time to do it. Right? I mean if you think about it, it would be really weird for me not to get one since we have to drive to go ...anywhere.”He lets her babble for a few moments and absorbs the silence after she stops. “I hear your take. But, do you really need a driver’s license?”“Well, yeah.” She tossed in a bold smile to try to persuade him.“You have drivers that can take you where you need to go. You have Uber on your phone, attached to my credit card in case of. His tongue hanging out, excitedly looking around this strange room and at these new people.Eddie speaks through a voice-disguiser with a vague Birmingham accent, his face is always out of focus – unlike the ladies on our show, our owners are allowed to protect their identity. “This is Paddy. He’s 3 years old. He’s never had sex with a woman, but he’s been mounting me for over a year and he knows what to do.”The whole time Eddie is talking he is casually rubbing Paddy’s belly and fondling his. He turned and filled her cup. Like always. Their ritual. Every morning she stumbled to the counter and found him there. ‘Morning.’ She said after her first sip. Her hands surround the cup, drawing its heat into her. ‘Morning.’ His left arm stretched out and curled to look at the gold plated watch. ‘I’m sorry for last night.’ ‘No reason to apologize for what another man did.’ ‘I’m apologizing for what I did. I know you didn’t want to have to console a hysterical woman.’ Blue eyes rose and then. We got in his car and we started hot boxing it. We needed to make the most of his joint. I was a hard smoker so I only felt a little stoned. But I was pretty relaxed. He looked at me and flashed that cheeky smile again. "Bro let’s have a beer, you feel like chilling out a bit?" I had no work the next day so this time I said yes without hesitating.We went into his granny flat which was separated from the main house. He gave me a beer and we started drinking slowly. Talking shit again. He put.