“Oh, I never talk about work on a first date,” he said in his lilting Spanish accent. “Life is too short. We should talk about deeper things. Ho...pes. Dreams. Aspirations! I want to know what makes you you, Rachel!”Her jaw dropped and she stared. What made her her? It was just a corny line, but somehow it made her shudder. Did she know the answer?She blushed and hid in the menu.“I think I’ll have a salad,” she said, keenly aware of how lame it sounded.“That’s what you think, is it?” said Roberto.. I cautiously went over to her. Nobody was in sight.“$50 for head, $100 for a fuck,” She said without even looking.“Whoa, just want to talk for a second,” I said, rationally. “Keisha…”She jerked her head to me.“I got to ask, why do you strip? Why do you ho around? Just keeping it real. I ain’t trying to be captain save a ho, but…”She interrupted me.“I got to. Have you ever had that feeling on stage that they like you? And they want you? And they want more? That’s me. It’s like a drug,” she. 3. Listen for cues- moans and panting, breathy whispers are all good. No noise, throat grumbing, sharp intake of breath... those are bad. Move on and try something else4. Slowly increase the pleasure. start skimming your hands over her breasts, put more pressure on spots you know she likes, work to get her turned on. At this point, if you skim your hand between her legs, you should be able to feel heat, and depending on what she's wearing, wetness. 5. Unwrap the prize. Maybe she's wearing. Last Friday afternoon, I was on my way to the gym. I was just about to walk into the station to catch the train when I heard a lot of cheering, also a voice through a loudspeaker. I also saw a lot of people walking towards that area. I was off that day, I had no real time limits so I followed the group and headed down to the area as well. Once I got there, I saw a big mass of people, in what looked like a kind of procession or demonstration, in a square with a lot of barriers, with rows of.