I went out with some of my friends to go shopping. We had a girls day out, it was just us girls. We didn't take no one else with us. We went to the mall and looked around. I got a new CD, but that is all that I got. I still haven't listened to my new CD. I don't even know why I bought it, I guess I bought it just to be buying something. You know how good it makes you feel to buy something from time to time. To spend money on something that you have been wanting, or at least think you have been wanting.

After shopping, we went to a fast food restaurant. I'll tell you the name of it, but you will never recognize it. It's a place called Burgers and Fries. I have traveled all over the country and I've never seen another one of these places. As you can guess, they sell burgers and fries. Every now and then I like a good cheese burger and an order of fries. All of their food is good, but the milk shakes are the best. I love their chocolate milk shakes, though I never drink them while I'm eating. I drink the milk shake as a desert, after I am done with my meal. Actually, I eat most of it with a spoon. After it melts I drink it with a straw. Some people think that is silly, it makes perfect sense to me.

We sat around and ate for awhile. There were a total of three of us, so we had plenty to talk about. You know how us girls are when you get us alone. All we do is talk and talk some more. Everyone had something to bitch about, either their job or men in their lives. The strange thing is, we are all single. No men in our lives, though sometimes we go bar hoping and pick up men. Usually those relationships don't last.

I have to admit a little secret, this will probably blow your mind. All three of us are bisexual and we have sex with each other. We don't do it often, only when we are in the mood for it. Usually it isn't all three of us at once, but just two of us go at it. Most of the time we all can't get together at the same time. But, every now and then it does happen and we have great sex. All three of us have sex together, wouldn't men love to watch that on tape! I teased the other girls about taping us have sex, but they all were against it. I don't know if I would really do it, but it might be fun.

Before we went back to my place, we went to a shoe store. I wanted to get some new high heels. I got this hot short skirt a few weeks ago and I have no shoes to go with it. At least that was the excuse that I made so I could get a new pair of shoes. Shoes are so addictive, I wish I didn't have to wear them. I could go shopping for shoes every day of the week. I don't know why, but that is how I am.

When we got back to my place, we just sat around. I knew that it was a bad idea to come here, but I didn't know where else to go. I had spent too much money as it was, so I didn't have any more to spend. Kelly acted like she wanted to go see a movie, but I told her I didn't have the money. I would have went if she could have bought my ticket. I didn't ask, I hate asking people to buy stuff for me. Kelly is a grown woman, she can go to the movies if she wants to. Nothing is holding her back.

I suggested that we go down to the bar. We all know this hot bartender that works down there. This guy is so fucking hot, we all fight about who will get to take him out on a date. None of us has had the chance to do so, but I suspect one of these days we will. They all said they would like to go, so I drove down there. Chuck, the bartender, will give us all the free soda pop we can drink. He won't give us any booze unless we pay for it. But, that is fine with me, I don't have the money for booze. I don't like to drink anyway, I think it's kind of stupid. Why would I want to get drunk and act like a fool? Though, I do like watching drunk people make fools out of themselves.

“I'll take three colas with ice,” I told Chuck as I sat down at the counter.

“Hi, it's nice to see you ladies,” Chuck said as he got us our drinks.

I used to feel bad for taking the free drinks Chuck offered. But, he said not to worry about it. His boss said that he could give pretty girls all the soda pop they wanted. The boss said it was good for business to have pretty girls in the bar. I don't think of myself as being pretty, but I do think Kelly and Jackie are pretty. That is probably just a self esteem issue though.

“How are you ladies this evening?” Chuck asked.

How was I doing? Not too bad since I just got to see him bend over. That nice ass of his will put a smile on any woman's face. Not to sound too dirty, but this guy is really fucking hot. I don't know how women can keep their hands off of him. I know one thing for sure, if given the chance I would fuck his brains loose.

“I'm doing okay,” I said as I took a sip of my drink.

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Every one of you ladies will know exactly what I am talking about. We always get horny when it comes that time of the month. You know, our bloody friend. The friend that we wish that would never come back again.

I get horny when I am on my period. I mean really fucking horny. I can't help myself. The only thing that helps me get through it, is a man. I know men don't like to go down there during that time of the month, but that is when I need it the most. I always tell my men that if they fuck me while I am on my period, I'll give them some extra blow jobs. Men always like to get their dick sucked when they wake up in the morning.

This is a true story. I was dating this guy named Rob. Rob was my boyfriend for about two years. We broke up a few years ago. He got a new job and moved away.

Keep in mind, this is a true story. You can't make stuff like this up!

Rob and I had a date planned. We were going down to my favorite bar to get drunk. I know I shouldn't do it, but sometimes I get drunk when I am on my period. It seems to help the cramps. But, my head cramps the next day if I drink too much! I don't know which is worse.

I will now just tell the story. I know I promised before, but I had to say that about getting drunk. I don't know why, but I had to tell you.

“I need to go grab a pack of smokes.” I said as I went through my purse.

“You don't have any cigarettes?” Rob asked.

“I have four cigarettes. That isn't enough for the whole night.” I said as I lit one of the four cigarettes.

“Where do you want to go to get a pack?” He asked.

“Just any gas station is fine.” I said.

We stopped at a gas station that is about half way between the bar and my house.

“I'm going to let you go in and get them.” I said as I puffed on my cigarettes.

“You want light one hundreds? Is that the kind you smoke.” Rob asked.

“Yes. Just one pack is fine.” I replied.
“I'm going to get a couple of packs for myself while I am in there.” Rob said as he got out of the car.

If there was on thing I hated about Rob, it was that he always ran into someone he knew. I'm not saying it's bad to have friends, but it's not like that. He would run into them and talk to them for ever. I mean, he was in that gas station for at least twenty minutes talking to some guy. I didn't even know who the guy was!

Rob came out of the store with his cigarettes but not mine. I asked him where mine were, he said that he forgot to get them. It pissed me off when he did stuff like that. He would spend all that time talking to that guy, but forget all about me. Maybe I'm a little bitchy, but I like to have my man's attention.

Rob got my cigarettes and we went off to the bar. As we got to the bar, I thought of something.

“If we are going to get drunk, how are you going to drive home?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“If we get really drunk. You can't drive us home.” I said.

“Fuck! I never thought of that.” Rob said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“I will drop you off, then take the car home. I'll call Carl and see if he can drop me off at the bar. I'll buy him a six pack at the gas station or get him something for taking me.” Rob said as he lit a cigarette.

“Sounds good honey. Please, don't spend all night talking to Carl.” I warned Rob.

I know Rob and I know how he acts. He would probably leave me at the bar all night and come when they are going to close. I know Rob, trust me, I know him.

“If I get him a six pack of beer, he will want to go straight home and drink it.” Rob said.

“You get him a six pack then. I want you with me!” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

Rob dropped me off and I went inside the bar. I don't know why, but when I go into a bar I always light a cigarette. I think it is because I want to smoke when I see all that smoke. I ordered a Martini and I found a booth to sit in. I didn't want to sit at the counter, because I didn't want to get hit on by men. If I was single, that would be okay. Some men don't mind their girlfriend's to flirt a little. But Rob, he hated it when I flirted with men. One time he threatened to beat a guy up who I was flirting with.

I smoked my cigarette and drank my Martini. It was a fairly good Martini, it was mixed properly and didn't taste watered down. Sometimes the ice in those shakers makes the drink taste too weak. But, this one was just right.

I don't know if I wanted to chain smoke because I was in the bar or if it was because of PMS. When I am on my period, all I do is smoke. I even fall asleep at night with a cigarette in the ashtray. I never hold the cigarette in bed, I always put it in the ashtray after I take a puff on it. That way, if I fall asleep I don't catch anything on fire.

I noticed a call coming through on my cell phone.

“Hello.” I said into the phone.

“It's me Rob. Carl is at the gas station getting a six pack now. I will be there in about ten minutes.” Rob said.

“Okay honey, I'll see you then.” I said right before I hung up the phone.

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I like guys that have long cocks. I'm not going to hide it, I'm a cock addict. I've loved cock ever since I first had one inside me. I've got something else to admit, I love black guys. I find that black guys have the kind of cock that I crave. These black guys that I have been dating are really well hung. There are no tiny cocks attached to black men. I'm sure there are, but I've never saw one. Not one, that says something about black men, if you know what I mean. I have had all kinds of guys from all walks of life. I keep going back to black men, I just love that black cock!

I've got to tell you something else, while I'm being open and honest. I'm a white woman, so if you don't like the fact that I date black men, you can stop reading this right now. No need to go any further, the last thing I want is someone who is going to put me down. People should be free no matter what their skin color is. A black man has every right to live in this world that a white man has. I asked a doctor once if black people's guts are the same as a white person's. He told me that black people are no different on the inside. That told me that it was more than okay to date black men. They are just like you and me. Well, I shouldn't say that. They are like white guys, but they have bigger cocks. Let's not forget the bigger cocks.

I've dated all kinds of black men. Let me tell you, what they say about black men aren't true. Sure, some of them are lazy. But, there are all kinds of lazy people in this world, not just blacks. The men I have dated all had jobs, good jobs at that. I sucked a guy's cock who was a basketball player. I can't tell you his name, because he would get mad at me for telling people about it. But, after a game, I gave him the best blow job he ever had. At least that is what he told me. I swallowed every drop of his cum and begged him for more! When I say I can't get enough black cock, I mean it!

My last boyfriend was a business man, a rich business man. He even owned his very own company. Now, you can't say that a successful man who owns his own business is lazy or stupid. All he done was work, but I didn't mind. He bought me all kinds of shit, even a new car. He was an older guy, much older than me. He told me that fucking a girl like me made him feel young. I don't know about that, but he was good in bed. It didn't hurt that he had a lot of money, but if he wouldn't have had such a big cock, I wouldn't have dated him. I'm a woman of principal, I'll tell you that much.

This guy I have been dating, he is a big shot at a bank. I don't know what his title is, but he wears a suit every day to work. That is what I call a big shot, that and he has a lot of money. A big wallet and a big cock is what you need to get me. Though, I really shouldn't talk like that. I would fuck him even if he didn't have such a good job, at least I think I would. I've never really thought about it. He is a nice guy, but he doesn't spend as much money on me as the other guy did. I had to break up with the other guy because he got back together with his wife.

We did mess around a little bit after he got back together with her, but we had to stop. He said that he wasn't going to mess up his marriage again. I don't know what he was talking about, the stupid bitch was just out for his money. After she was broke, that is when she called him up. I know how these women are, they will do anything for a buck. I know that I sound like one of those types of women, but I assure you that I'm not. I like guys who have good jobs, because they are the type of man who knows what they want out of life. They are the best in bed, because they get to the point. A rich guy has to know how to handle himself, unless he got the money from his family. Most guys who work hard, have good personalities.

I'm going to call my new boyfriend Alex. That isn't his real name, but I'm not going to tell you that. Not that I'm ashamed or anything, but you know how the internet is. There are all kinds of freaks out there. Also, you never know when these guys are married. Though, I'm pretty sure that Alex isn't married. If he is, he sure is doing a good job of hiding it. I think he might have been in a long term relationship with a woman, but I don't think they ever got married. Every now and then Alex will talk about his son, so he must have been in some kind of relationship.

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“Keep fucking me like that!” I yelled out.

Rick was giving my pussy all the workout that it could handle. I've never been fucked by a guy with such force. It was as if he was trying to fuck a hole that went through my entire body. I was surprised that his cock didn't go all the way to my throat, that is how hard he was fucking me. Not that I'm complaining, I love getting it good and hard.

“Come over here Carl, don't let me forget about you,” I said as I looked at Carl.

“You want some of my cock?” Carl asked as he got on his knees.

“I don't think you need to ask that question.” I said as I put his cock in my mouth.

I was being fucked from behind and I was also sucking Carl's hard cock. This was a birthday party that I will never forget. I wanted to celebrate my twenty first birthday in style, that was exactly what I wanted to do. I was getting fucked by these two hot studs and there were two more waiting for their turn at me. I've never been with four men at one time, but there is a first for everything. I wanted the first day that I could legally drink to also be the first time I had sex with four guys. I know every woman out there would love to have four guys at one time, I know I did!

“I love that nice little ass of yours,” Rick said as he fucked me from behind.

“Give it a little smack,” I said looking back at him.

“While he's smacking my ass with his cock, smack my face with your cock,” I told Carl.

“You are a wild woman,” Carl said as he smacked my face with his cock.

He's right, I think we should live hard and pay the costs later. I'm going to have fun while I'm young, when I'm old and gray I can't do stuff like this. I don't know about that, I actually hope that I'm a wild old woman. You know the type of grandma that everyone thinks is fun. That is the old woman that I want to be. I want to go out searching for guys with my grand daughter. I think that would be the neatest thing ever.

“Do you want to switch?” Rick asked Carl.

“I'll fuck that nice pussy of hers,” Carl said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“If you are going to fuck me, you need to pound me like Rick was!” I demanded.

Carl looked down at me and he gave me a wink. I didn't know what that meant, but I had a feeling that it meant that I was about to get fucked good and hard. I've got nothing against that, if anything, I'm weary of a woman who doesn't like it like that. I can't believe that a woman would want long romantic sex with four guys. Hell no, they would want to get fucked so good, they feel it the next day!

Carl slid his cock in my wet pussy. I think he put some lube on his dick, but maybe I was just really wet. I started to suck on Rick's cock Carl slid his inside me. Every time Carl pounded my pussy, it would jolt my face into Rick's pubic hair. One time Carl fucked me so hard, that I thought he was going to make me choke on Rick's cock. Wouldn't that have been something? I don't know if I would have had to go to the hospital for such a thing. Could you imagine the look on their face's if I came in there with a cock jammed down my throat? I'm sure they would be talking about that for years to come!

My friend Tabitha and I are whores. I know what you may be thinking, but I don't care. I could care less what you think about it. After all, I'm sure some of you have been to whores as well. We get all kinds of clients from all over the world. You wouldn't believe how busy our days are. The trick to our success is, we only work in pairs. If a customer wants one of us, they have to get both of us. Most men really like the idea of being with two women. I haven't heard any complaints yet about it.

Eric, a customer of ours called me up on my cell phone. He asked if we could swing by where he works. Him and his friend Jim wanted a little action. I told him that we could be there in an hour. Eric said that would be fine and said to just walk in, the garage door would be open. Eric is one of our best customers. He will call us up at least once per week. Him and Jim chip in together to get our services. I really don't care, as long as we get our money. I don't know why Eric calls us though. Even Jim for that matter. They are both good looking guys with good jobs. I'm sure they could find women that would put out when they asked. Tabitha said that they might be boyfriends. You know, bisexual. They both like women, but they like men even more. That kind of makes sense to me. I have caught Eric looking at Jim while he fucked me before. But, I can't imagine that two handsome men like that would be like that. You never know though, nothing surprises me these days.

Tabitha said that she wanted to pick up something to eat before we went over to the garage. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said that she wanted to go out for a burger. I was hoping that she would go back to her house and cook us something. I'm not much of a cook myself. I can boil water without many problems, but that is about it. You can't eat hot water! Though, it is good for scrubbing the floor when it is really dirty. We got burgers and sat in the car and ate them. Tabitha said that her burger tasted like it was over cooked. Mine tasted fine, but they did put a lot of mayo on it. I don't understand why these places load the sandwiches up with mayo. I don't mind a little bit, but I don't want so much on the sandwich that it drips out of the sides.

We finished our burgers and I went over to the gas station to get some mints. I never thought to ask them to not put onions on my sandwich. I ate a few mints and Tabitha said she couldn't smell onions on my breath. It isn't a long drive over to the garage. It only takes about ten minutes, depending on traffic. We have some customers that are about an hour or so drive away. We make them pay extra if we have to drive over to their place. They don't mind, in fact we service one older guy who says that we are the only whores that he gets. He says that one of these days his ticker will go out on him because we are way too good in bed. I don't know about that, but any old man who can handle two women is something else. Most old guys that I know wouldn't be able to get it up for five minutes, let alone last as long as this guy can. Tabitha thinks he might use Viagra, but I don't know about that. I would be pretty surprised if he did.

As soon as we go there, Jim and Eric came out. They were looking good as they normally do. I really don't know what to make of them being bisexual or not. Sometimes I think they might be. I mean, they are two really good looking men that take care of themselves. I've never known a straight man to take care of themselves the way that they do. Jim told me that I would be his piece of ass tonight. I batted my eye lashes and told him that I would be his piece of ass any night that he asked me to be. Jim got a kick out of that. Tabitha walked up to Eric and felt up his cock. Eric smiled at her and I thought that Jim was watching her like a hawk. Maybe I was reading into it more than I should have. I don't know.

I got on my knees and started sucking on Jim's cock. All Jim could do was look down at me and smile. There wasn't much else that he could do. I'd like to think that I can suck a cock the way a man likes it. I've sucked so many cocks, that I can't even keep them all straight. I used to keep track how many different customers that we used to have, but I don't any more. Some come and go so fast that you forget their name. I think I counted up about two hundred men that we have had sex with in the past. That number might be a little low.

“You do your best work on your knees,” Jim said looking down at me.

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“I'll take a pack of Camel cigarettes.” I told the clerk.

“Would you like soft pack or box?” The clerk asked.

“I'll take them in a box please.” I replied.

“That will be three dollars even.” He said while punching buttons on the cash register.

I laid three dollars down and walked away.

“Thank you ma'm.” The clerk said as he took my money off of the counter.

I lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of my nostrils. I hadn't had a cigarette in a few hours. My hand shook from withdraw. The smoke felt harsh going into my lungs, but it tasted good. It tasted good because I knew it was going to calm my nerves.

I took a few more drags off of my cigarette. About half way through the cigarette, my nerves calmed down. Isn't it strange how needing a cigarette wrecks your nerves? I haven't been able to figure that one out.

“Another fucking lonely Saturday.” I said out loud as I threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

I lit another cigarette and felt guilty. I felt guilty because I was chain smoking. I can remember when my grandpa used to chain smoke Lucky Strikes. All he would do is smoke cigarettes. He even smoked while he ate. I guess I lit another one because I was full of self pity. I didn't want to spend the weekend alone again.

I sat down on the curb near the side of the store. I know the guy who owns the place, so I wasn't worried about having the cops called on me. He has been a family friend for years. When I was growing up, everyone would hang out at the store. Sometimes the owner would even give us free candy. That used to make our days.

“Hey Cindy.” A voice said from a distance.

I couldn't tell who it was or where it was coming from. It sounded so far away, I assumed they were talking to someone else.

“Cindy, over here.” I heard.

I looked over and he said. “It's me Mark.”.

I hadn't seen Mark in ages. We grew up together and he moved off to go to some fancy college. It always seems to end up that way. No one ever stays in this town, unless they get married when they are young.

“Mark, is that you?” I shouted while running up to his car.

“The one and only.” He said.

“How long has it been?” I asked.

“I don't know. Five years maybe?” Mark said after pausing to think.

I always had a crush on Mark. He is cute, in a nerdy way. I like the strange geeky kind of guys.

“What are you doing tonight?” Mark asked.

“Nothing.” I replied after taking a puff off of my cigarette.

“Would you like to go to the drive in and get something to eat?” Mark asked.

“I'd love to!” I said.

“Get in.” Mark said right before he unlocked the passenger side door.

“This town never changes. It is just the way it was five years ago.” Mark said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“You know it. Everyone is gone but me.” I joked.

“It seems that way. All of my high school buddies have left. I was surprised to see you here.” Mark said.

Mark put on his turn signal and drove out of the parking lot. I wasn't sure where he was going. The drive in is on the other side of town.

“Fuck! I think I made a wrong turn.” Mark said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, but if you take a left at the light, we can get there. Then you need to go straight for about a mile and take another left on Main Street.” I said using my finger to show him what I meant.

“You look better than ever.” Mark said as he looked me over.

“I lost a lot of weight. I used to be pretty chubby in school.” I said.

“You lost weight, but you didn't loose those nice tits of yours.” Mark said.

What?” I asked shocked.

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What a fucking day at work. You wouldn't believe all of the shit that happened. I'm a nurse in the emergency room and it was one hell of a busy day. I can't even begin to tell you how awful it was. There was an old guy that cut his hand with a knife. I don't remember how old he was, but he had to be over eighty years old. He was cutting up some onions in his kitchen and sliced his finger a good one. It was a bad cut, but it wasn't life threatening. Though, the old guy thought for sure he was going to die. He was yelling and screaming that he was going to die. I can't believe that a man his age, hasn't came to terms with death yet. A woman also came in and thought she was pregnant. Not only was she pregnant, but she was going to have the baby any time. After a checkup, it was discovered that she wasn't pregnant. We sent her up to the mental ward and everything was okay with her then. We found out that she has a history of mental illness and stuff like this isn't exactly new for her. I've never seen the woman myself, but records show she has been in the emergency room claiming to have all kinds of problems.

I went down to the cafeteria and stood in line for my lunch. My lunch break couldn't have came at a better time. If I was a smoker, I would have been chain smoking. I know I shouldn't let my job get the best of me, but I don't have much of a choice. I take my job serious and sometimes that means I end up stressed out. Some days everything goes just the way you want it. All of the patients get treated and end up being okay. Other days, it seems like you can't do nothing right. Just one death can make you feel like a miserable failure. That one death, was a loving person to someone. There might be a person without their spouse, parent, best friend, whatever. You have to deal with the fact that they died on your clock. Maybe if there was someone else there, they might have been able to save their life. I know that I do my best and rely on my training like everyone else. But, sometimes it can be very difficult to deal with.

“How are you today?” Jackie asked as we stood in line.

“What a fucking day,” I said as I shook my head from side to side.

“One of those days. I know what you mean,” Jackie said as she placed her tray up on the counter.

I looked around to see what I wanted to eat. I should say, to see what they had to eat. I ended up getting the baked cod with rice and beans. It was the first thing that caught my eye. I've learned how to stop ordering food when your gut is growling. If you don't, you will end up with ten times more food on your tray then what you need. I've been working out lately and trying to loose some weight. I don't need to be putting it back on! Not that I was fat before I went on the diet. But, I felt like if I kept going down that road, I would end up being fat. I would end up with an ass so wide, that I would have to put a bumper on it.

I got my food and I found an empty table to sit at. Jackie seen that I was sitting all alone so she came over and sat at my table. She always knows how to make me feel better. We both are into chicks, so we have that in common with each other. We also have had sex before. Sometimes we have sex in the mop closet if we don't have anything better to do. The hospital is one big orgy, all day long. There is always someone fucking. Either it will be the staff fucking the staff, or the staff fucking one of the patients. I'm not lying, it is crazy at this place. They never taught us about this in college!

“There is a cute guy on the other wing,” Jackie said as she lifted a fork to her mouth.

“What is he in for?” I asked.
“I don't remember. I think he had some kind of surgery.” Jackie said, as she paused to think.

I forgot that she works on a different floor than I do. I work in the emergency room and she works upstairs. She handles all of the people who are sick, but they can't go home yet. I see people who are either on the verge of dying or just need to be helped out. Also, we get the crazy people too. Some days it is a little mix of all of those and other days it seems like everyone is on their death beds. I don't understand it myself, but some say it depends on when the next full moon is. When the moon is full, all of the crazy people come out. Some of the nurses and doctors say they call tell when a full moon is going to take place, just by how people act. I don't know about that, I haven't put that much thought into it.

As I ate my cod fish, it made me think of one of my old girlfriends. I know that sounds hilarious, but you will understand in a minute. She used to say that she smelled like cod fish when she was on her period. Every time I eat cod fish I think about her. I see her every now and then and we send holiday cards to each other. We split up on good terms, you could say. No breakup ends in a good way, unless you hate the person you are with. I never hated her, but I really wasn't in love. I just needed someone to pay some attention to me and all that stuff. I'm sure you have dated people for the exact same reason.

“You want to join me and two other girls in on the action?” Jackie asked.

“What action?” I asked, confused what she meant.

“We are all going to fuck the guy. You know, the guy I was telling you about,” Jackie said as she watched me drink from my milk carton.

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“I've never been to an amusement park.” I said to Roy as we walked through the gates.

“Let me tell you, you won't want to leave this place.” Roy said with a smile.

I couldn't believe all of the smells that I smelled when I first walked through the gate. I could smell everything from meat cooking to vegetables. It seemed like every person had a handful of food as they walked by. Some people were eating sandwiches, others were eating french fries, some were even eating what looked like a big piece of dough with sugar on it.

“What is that stuff that looks like dough with sugar on it?” I asked Roy.

“They call that fried dough. Some places also call them elephant ears.” Roy said.

“Elephant ears? That has to be the funniest thing I have ever heard!” I said laughing.

This place seemed so full of fun and I haven't even been here five minutes.

“Would you like to try an elephant ear?” Roy asked.

I looked around and saw the other people eating them. They acted like it tasted so good. I had to try one of them!

“I'd love to, but I don't think I can eat a whole one.” I said as I watched people receive the elephant ears they bought.

“That's okay. We can split one.” Roy said as he got some money out of his pocket.

As Roy got in line, I walked back over to the gate area. I didn't want to get in anyones way that wanted to buy food. Not only that, but I was afraid these people would trample over me to get to the food!

They seemed like drug addicts who needed a fix. If they are only half as good as people act they are, I'm sure my mouth will be in paradise.

I was surprised at how long it took Roy to get the elephant ear. He waited in line for at least twenty minutes, if not longer. Everyone seemed more than happy to wait that long for their elephant ear.

“Here it is.” Roy said as he walked up to me.

“How do we eat it?” I asked.

I had no idea how to eat the thing. It looked good, but it was covered in sugar.

“I will rip it in two. But, let's walk around and look at things. It needs to cool off before we can eat it.” Roy said as we walked away.

There was so much to look at, that I couldn't take in everything. There were all kinds of rides. Some went really high and made people scream. Others went really fast in circles. Everyone, even the people who were screaming out of fear looked like they were having a good time.

“I can't believe how much fun stuff there is to do here!” I said as I looked around.

“We haven't even seen half of it!” Roy said.

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“Hey you, get back here!” I yelled as he ran away.

“What is going on Ma'm?” A police officer asked.

“That man stole my purse!” I said pointing at the thief.

The police officer ran up to him and told him to stop, but he didn't listen. The man kept running down the road with my purse. I didn't know what to do. I figured that it would be best if I just stayed where I was. I'm sure a cop could handle this bad guy better than I could.

Then, it hit me. All of my money was in my purse. I was getting ready to go pay my rent after I got a few groceries. This man had all of my money. If he got away, I would end up not having a place to live.

“You better fucking stop.” I said as I started to follow the robber and the policeman.

I realized that I had no choice but to follow him. If I didn't, he might get away with all of my money. I ran as fast as I could. I was surprised there wasn't fire under my feet. You know, how in cartoons peoples' feet catch on fire when they run fast. I felt like I was in one of those cartoons.

I seen that the cop and the robber was playing some sort of game. The cop was peeking around the corner while the robber was trying to get away. I told myself that I wasn't going to play any games with this son of a bitch. So, I chased the guy.

“You better stop before I fucking kill you.” I said chasing the man.

“Ma'm don't you get involved with this.” The officer said.

“Fuck you. You aren't getting my purse back.” I said as I chased him.

The robber didn't notice a crack in the sidewalk and he fell straight down on his face. As he tried to get up, I jumped on top of him.

“Take this you son of a bitch.” I said as I pulled out his hair.

“Ouch, you're hurting me.” He said.

I took my fist and I hit him as hard as I could in the face. My knee was in the middle of his back to make sure he couldn't get up.

“You will learn not to fuck with me.” I said as I hit him in the mouth.

His whole face was now bleeding. I didn't know where I got the courage from to do something like this. I guess that happens when you are fearful that you could become homeless. I didn't feel guilty for hitting the man. I felt guilty for his mother for giving birth to such a dumb mother fucker.

“Get her off! She is going to kill me.” He begged the officer as I beat his face in.

“Ma'm you will have to get off of him.” The officer said.

I stood up and I rolled the guy over. His whole face was covered in blood. He was so afraid of me, he actually pissed his pants.

“Here is a little something to remind you not to fuck with me again.” I said as I kicked him in the nuts.

“What are you trying to do?” The officer said as he yanked me away from the robber.

“Listen buddy, that fucker tried to steal my rent money.” I said.

“I don't give a fuck who you are. If that guy is going to steal my rent money, I'm going to make him wish he didn't.” I said.

“You know I can arrest you?” The officer said. “You are going to arrest me because I beat up a thief?” I asked in a cocky tone.

“I won't arrest you. But, if you hurt him anymore I will.” The cop said as he backed away from me. I knew he knew that I wasn't going to put up with any shit. I grabbed my purse and I walked away. I over heard the police officer calling in for an ambulance. Maybe I was a little hard on the guy, I don't know. All I know is, I wouldn't have a place to live or anything to eat if he got away with my purse. Speaking of eating, I realized I had to go get some groceries.

I went into the corner market. It isn't a big place, certainly not as big as these new fancy grocery stores. But, that is okay. I don't like those places anyway. Pedro, he is the guy who owns this place. He is a cute Mexican who I have fucked a few times. I know it sounds bad, but I have always wanted to stick a cucumber in my pussy and have him eat it out.

“Hola Pedro.” I said as I walked into the store.

I don't know much spanish, but I know words like Hola. Pedro likes it when I talk to him in spanish.

“Hola senorita.” He said back to me.

“What happened to you?” Pedro asked.

“I got in a fight with a guy.” I said while looking over the fruit. “A fight? You in a fight?” He laughed.

“The son of a bitch tried to steal my purse.” I said.

I looked around and no one was in the store. It was as dead as it could possibly be.

“It sure is dead around here.” I said as I looked around.

“It usually is this time of day.” Pedro said while looking at his wrist watch.

“You look like you are very tense.” He said.

“I am. That asshole has tore me up.” I said.

“Why don't you come in the back and sit down?” Pedro said as he walked away from me.

I followed him into the back. This is the area where we had fucked. I have only fucked him a few times, but I had a lot of fun. Pedro has a very large cock. I don't know if all Mexican's have large cocks, but he sure does.

“Let me massage your shoulders.” He said as he walked behind me.

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It was my birthday. Us ladies don't like to tell our age, but I turned 35. Most people say that I don't look 35, post people think I'm in my early twenties. I was even asked for my I.D. a few times last year when I went to a bar. I don't mind telling people how old I am, I like to see the shock on their faces when they hear my age.

I had a little birthday party, nothing to major. Friends and family came over for ice cream and cake. We ate, we talked, you know the usual birthday stuff. I asked everyone before hand if they would give me money instead of a gift. I told them that I was having problems making ends meet, so I needed some extra money. That really wasn't the truth, I had an idea that I was going to use the money on. An idea that if all went right, would rock my fucking world.

The party lasted for a few hours. The party was over when the cake and ice cream ran out. You know how people are, once the free food is all they leave. I didn't mind, they were getting on my nerves anyway. I just wanted some peace and quite for myself. At least until my fun was to begin.

I took a nap, that way I would have plenty of energy. I might look like I am still young, but my body doesn't feel that way. I'm not the spring chicken that I used to be. Looks can be deceiving, you know. I took a nap on the couch with the TV on. Sometimes I like to take naps with a little background noise going on. I don't know why that is, maybe because it makes me feel like I'm not alone. Sometimes I turn the TV on or play some music while I'm doing house work. If I had a husband or a man in my life, I probably wouldn't need those things to keep me company.

I decided that for my birthday, I wanted to call an escort service. Not just any escort service, but one that had men. Yes, I was going to get myself two high priced whores. But, after all, it was my birthday. I deserve a little fun every now and then. A woman needs to be fucked good every now and then. If she doesn't, then she will become a bitch.

I haven't had sex in a long time. Longer than I am willing to admit. I wish that I was able to have a steady relationship with a man, but it hasn't happened. Not yet at least. I try to find good men, but maybe that is my problem.

Maybe my problem finding a good man is that I try to hard. Maybe I should just relax and forgot about looking. The last time I tried that I found a man that broke my heart. At least these escort guys can't break my heart.

I called them on the phone and asked for two of their guys with the biggest dicks. I told them that it was my birthday and I wanted to have some fun. Some fun with some well hung guys that is. The escort service said the men would be over in about a half hour. That was actually quicker than I had expected. I thought that these guys would take a few hours to get here.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I put on some perfume and put on some makeup. I wanted to look good when they escorts came over. I also put on some music, but wasn't sure what to put on. Everything that I heard on the radio, reminded me of porno music. But, maybe that was because I was thinking too much about having sex with the escorts.

I heard my door bell ring almost thirty minutes after I placed my call. Actually, I would be willing to bet that it was thirty minutes exactly since I called the escort service. I don't know though, because I wasn't keeping track.

“Hello!” I said as I opened the door.

It was them, two hot studs who were going to fuck my brains loose. I let them in the house and I checked them over. They were well built, actually one of the guys looked like he was a construction worker. He had what almost looked like a construction worker costume on. He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. The other guy looked kind of like a biker. Not like the bikers that you normally see, he was clean and very well groomed. Actually both of the guys were well groomed.

“What can we do for you?” The biker guy asked.

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