Even in her drunken state, shejumped back up pretty quickly."You asshole!, you said you would take care of me, you said you would teach me stuff!" and... with that she slappedme in the face. I was shocked, its been several years since she did anything like that."Just dont fuck with me tonite!, I'm not in the mood!" and with that she slapped me again."Fuck you!, I dont care that your little tramp dumped you,,," she yelled back at me. Without thinking, I slapped her face, I grabbed her arm & threw. I could feel my face in a complete blush now. I was caught and I knew it. "Git outta here!!" Calm down David, I'm not mad at you..." she said. I sat there on the floor, the folded pillow in my lap, at the verge of tears as she took one more step into the room. I had ten million different thoughts at this point, all of them terrifying and embarrassing. I was sure she would rat me out to her friends, my friends... anyone she could! But she only stood there with a very slight grin and asked me why. I’ve got several! We used to sell them, but the cops kept nicking them. Arseholes!” “Shit, I’d better behave myself.” “Yes, lad. You better had. You’re never too old for the cane, I always say.” Peter gulped and decided to change the subject a little, “These blow-up dolls are a bit crap, aren’t they?” “Ah yes, the Roxy's, as I like to call them. A bit sad, but they’re good sellers. They’re crap, as you say. I certainly wouldn’t fuck one of them!” “No, me neither, I’d rather wait for the real. Go with her tomorrow, help her get it right, look at colors and style; not just how big the engine is.” My wife just told me to spend the day with the woman of my dreams. “Can we take your car today? I want to look at more models and will have my hands full of pamphlets to look at while we drive around.”“I thought this was a two-car race.”Yvette stepped out of her house ahead of me, I was watching her butt rock as she stepped away in a mid-thigh skirt and high heels “I took a couple of hours.