She’s totally my type. Shit. Blonde, sexy, and into being tied up. I was thinking “future wife” then realized it was from 1975… Mom? Christ. Guess that explains a LOT…
“When will I learn not to meet up with everyone who likes my profile? Fuck. But he said he was tall, muscular, wealthy, liked surfing, and owned a castle on the beach.”
Julie is saying: “Only
twice? Andy can go at least six or seven times a night…”
We had agreed to meet at a rundown hotel in Indianapolis. I thought the .45 was a good idea in case her husband had followed us…
The caption said something about “Red Shoes, Follow You Anywhere.”
I just said “Future Wife.”
Motels aren’t always the best places for sex. We had flirted for months. Today after work we drove to some out of the way place for the weekend. The sex was awesome. Afterwards I fell asleep and she went to take a shower… Waking up I could hear her screaming: “Andy, you didn’t tell me you had a WIFE!”
