She was a big partier and drank a lot more than me. Before I knew it, I was pretty hammered and we were making out on the hood of her BMW. She wasn’...t the least bit self-conscious as we kissed and groped each other in public. My friend had to take me home – I was that drunk. But she had slipped me her number and I gave her a call a few days later. We decided to meet up in the East Village for dinner. She showed up wearing a yellow paisley sundress and no bra. I wasn’t sure if we had the same. " She slipped them on and twirled around for me. "Oooh, it turns me on." "Yeah, I can tell" and she points at my rising cock. "That pizza guy'll leave a trail of cum back out to his car. You are so hot looking." "Your dick seems to like me," and she knelt down and took me in her mouth and began slowly sucking me. "Pizza, Lori, pizza. You can do this until it comes...the pizza, not me. Let's order."Well, the pepperoni is on the way. She's sitting on the couch and I'm kneeling in front of her. ”“There must be something that we can do.”“We’ve built the Fusion Foundation Shelters for Abused Women and Children. Thousands of women and children have gone through those shelters.”They fell silent for a long time as they considered the problem of abuse. There were a hundred and seventy five million women in this country. If one out of a hundred women were abused, that meant that almost two million women experienced abuse. The magnitude of the problem was staggering. Ed said, “It happens. I was sitting at the kitchen table, glaring at her. "Where have you been bitch?" Charlotte got defensive, "you cant talk to me like that, you have no right" "I said, the k**s are asleep, I don't want to wake Jaimie and her baby, I asked you to be home by midnight, you buy new thongs and matching bra and a tight fitting dress and go to a "work" meeting and "church lady" meeting and you show up at 4 AM -- what the fuck bitch? I called Pam, the preachers wife, she did not know anything.