Chapter 33: That Still Counts As One

The unspoken message was that my time was ticking away, and if I meant to do it, I should stop dawdling there with a cigarette. Strangely enough, that line hooked me. After all, in just two hours, I had already burned through 160 dollars. While my thoughts wrestled with themselves, Sheila grew impatient. She slid her hand over my pants and started rubbing. In no time, I sprang to attention. "Pretty big," she said with a delighted smile. With one hand, she unzipped my fly, and her fingers slipped...