shit,” I thought. I was thankful that we were quietly talking with the stereo playing low. I excused myself and walked towards the front. When I got to the hallway, I quietly tiptoed up to the door and looked out the peephole. Can you believe I found Terry with her ear pressed up against the door? That blew my mind. She must have waited for someone to open the outer door, or either pushed a bunch of buttons until someone buzzed her in. You know how easy that is. Judging by the look on her face, she wasn’t able to make out any sound, but she knocked again anyway. I took a deep breath and walked back into the living room trying not to look distressed.
“So who was at the door?” Linda asked.
“It’s just one of my obnoxious neighbors,” I lied. “He always drops by to borrow things and talk my ear off.”
“How long is he going to keep knocking?”
“He’ll get the message in a minute or two,” I prayed.
“Don’t mind him.”
I guess she bought it, because she didn’t ask any more questions. And besides, Terry quit knocking shortly thereafter. As the night went on, her clothes came off. I felt like a free man again, if only for one night. She turned out to be everything I expected, mentally and sexually. I was sure this wouldn’t be the last time we saw one another. “All I have to do is keep the lies flowing smoothly,” I kept thinking to myself. “And I can have it all.” When the time came to say good night, I reluctantly walked her downstairs to the front entrance. I kept worrying that Terry was going to jump out from behind the bushes. After she made it safely to her car, I breathed a sigh of relief. “I made it through my first trial date without being busted,” or so I thought.
The following morning was bright and sunny, perfect weather for car washing. When I walked outside, I was momentarily stunned because my Jeep wasn’t out front where it is usually parked. Then I remembered that I had to hide it from Mrs. Ear to the Door. As I approached the far end of the lot, I could see it right where I left it, parked between the large dumpster and U-haul moving van. “I really tried to bury that rascal,” I laughed to myself. Checking to make sure all the tires were still on, I got inside and started up the engine. That’s when I noticed the note under the windshield wiper. It read as follows:
“You picked one hell of a place to park. Are you hiding from the Repo man or something? By the way, I came up to your job to surprise you with dinner, but I see you decided to
eat out
instead. I hope you can survive off hamburger from now on because as of today you’re all out of Filet Minon.”
Needless to say, I was totally shocked. My first reaction was to jump out of the car and check for damage. I also looked under the hood for a bomb, just in case. After making sure everything was ok, I got back inside, shook my head and declared, “I’m getting too old for this shit!”
No Place Like Home
This life of the single cheating man is an intriguing one. He is a sexual predator who insists on entertaining at home where he can impress the women with his cheap art work and king size bed. His shelves are stocked with beer, wine, and other liquors to loosen up the sexual inhibitions of his victims. In fact, his little sex trap is so nice and comfortable, ladies don’t seem to ever want to leave. But once playtime is over, he wants his space back. As soon as he climaxes, he begins plotting his strategy for her subtle evacuation. More to the point, he got what he wanted now it’s time for her to get out!
Darryl, a 31-year-old police officer, said he would have a fellow officer call and leave an official sounding message concerning extra duty assignments. Then he plays it back with the speaker button on his cell phone so the women will hear it and get the idea to leave. On a few occasions he has gone so far as to put on his uniform and drive around the
“So who was at the door?” Linda asked.
“It’s just one of my obnoxious neighbors,” I lied. “He always drops by to borrow things and talk my ear off.”
“How long is he going to keep knocking?”
“He’ll get the message in a minute or two,” I prayed.
“Don’t mind him.”
I guess she bought it, because she didn’t ask any more questions. And besides, Terry quit knocking shortly thereafter. As the night went on, her clothes came off. I felt like a free man again, if only for one night. She turned out to be everything I expected, mentally and sexually. I was sure this wouldn’t be the last time we saw one another. “All I have to do is keep the lies flowing smoothly,” I kept thinking to myself. “And I can have it all.” When the time came to say good night, I reluctantly walked her downstairs to the front entrance. I kept worrying that Terry was going to jump out from behind the bushes. After she made it safely to her car, I breathed a sigh of relief. “I made it through my first trial date without being busted,” or so I thought.
The following morning was bright and sunny, perfect weather for car washing. When I walked outside, I was momentarily stunned because my Jeep wasn’t out front where it is usually parked. Then I remembered that I had to hide it from Mrs. Ear to the Door. As I approached the far end of the lot, I could see it right where I left it, parked between the large dumpster and U-haul moving van. “I really tried to bury that rascal,” I laughed to myself. Checking to make sure all the tires were still on, I got inside and started up the engine. That’s when I noticed the note under the windshield wiper. It read as follows:
“You picked one hell of a place to park. Are you hiding from the Repo man or something? By the way, I came up to your job to surprise you with dinner, but I see you decided to
eat out
instead. I hope you can survive off hamburger from now on because as of today you’re all out of Filet Minon.”
Needless to say, I was totally shocked. My first reaction was to jump out of the car and check for damage. I also looked under the hood for a bomb, just in case. After making sure everything was ok, I got back inside, shook my head and declared, “I’m getting too old for this shit!”
No Place Like Home
This life of the single cheating man is an intriguing one. He is a sexual predator who insists on entertaining at home where he can impress the women with his cheap art work and king size bed. His shelves are stocked with beer, wine, and other liquors to loosen up the sexual inhibitions of his victims. In fact, his little sex trap is so nice and comfortable, ladies don’t seem to ever want to leave. But once playtime is over, he wants his space back. As soon as he climaxes, he begins plotting his strategy for her subtle evacuation. More to the point, he got what he wanted now it’s time for her to get out!
Darryl, a 31-year-old police officer, said he would have a fellow officer call and leave an official sounding message concerning extra duty assignments. Then he plays it back with the speaker button on his cell phone so the women will hear it and get the idea to leave. On a few occasions he has gone so far as to put on his uniform and drive around the
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