"I'll show her who's dumb," he thought, and shot her withthe bimboizer, leaving a gorgeous buxom young woman where she'd been. Onewho was almost as d...umb as a post. One who was more than happy to go backto Al's apartment, and show him a good time.It wasn't until later that evening that Al finally got to get out and playaround with his toy a bit more. He purposely walked alone, trying toattract muggers. He grinned after having one would be mugger walkingaway, now as a prostitute, but didn't. I could tell she was trying to contain herself. We both really enjoyed the physical feeling, but we both knew the emotional feelings were going through the roof, and up into space. I licked between her boobs, and tickled her a little bit."Is there anything you don't remember?" she wondered."No, I remember everything about the woman I love most," I confessed.I had her eating out of the palm of my hand, just like old times. I looked up towards her, and she was cheesing. I never lost my touch with. "I'm getting me a cab to go get my car if it's any of your business," I said. "And, who the hell told you I was here?" Save your money. I'll drive you over," she said. "And, to answer your question, a friend of Mark's told him, and Mark told me; the friend is the desk sergeant." she nodded toward the building behind me."Fucking wonderful. And no, I do not want you to give me a ride. Got it!" I said. "I don't want the only one I ever loved—you—tantalizing me with her looks, her smell, her voice.. I told her she must be doing well in class, because she looked great. When my boyfriend came out of the locker room, we made introductions, and he suggested that we go to the nearby sports bar for a drink. We assumed they were single women, perhaps divorced. As it happened, we didn't find out that they were married until after the second time we were together. Anyway, at the sports bar, after a few drinks, my boyfriend felt the older woman's hand on his thigh, and the younger woman was rubbing.