Go and talk to him, have him relate what happened; maybe a new set of ears will pick up something I didn't. I shouldn't be that long." Good idea. Intr...oduce me."With the introduction made, I head to my sister's apartment. Once inside, I search for the phone. Then I hear a slight click, someone is entering the apartment. With my hand on the Glock, I wait."Don, are you in here?"It is Charlize."Yes, it is me, Charlize. What is wrong?"She comes from the kitchen area and is in my arms. She is. .. not to return.Seems that attitude is part of his package.Anyway, she's a thick and curvy hottie.... irish and likes a beer, me too. We would meet after work, at first occasionally, next thing ya know it became everyday. Few cocktails, my stories of my disasterous relation with my columbian import, and my reckless abandon for all authority and morals if it interfered with my hard earned playtime that was missing at the crib. We joked and laughed and shared.... in many cases, way too much.. He then began to bounce her head over his shaft and moan each time her mouth went back down. Darrius leaned back on a hand as the servant girl serviced him orally, his hand controlling the speed at which she did so. He continued thrusting the girl’s magnificent blonde head for awhile more until he was about to explode and reluctantly lifted her off his throbbing shaft. Adela fought back tears, but the aching in her neck was hard to ignore. The prince raised her up and slid his hands across. I was feeling pretty down on men after a summer of brazen uncaring studs. They had been fun, but truly worthless.Claire was drinking a little too heavily. She became morose and began telling me about her two failed marriages, and the children she never had. By eight, she was crying into a martini glass and explaining how lonely life inevitably was unless you were willing to play second fiddle to some man. I saw the other side of Claire’s life. I had been looking up to her all summer, and now I.