27th October 1930 Monday. Xnxx tv “I thought so too,” I said, “Except you’re always saying be careful of the baby, or you’re tired or spewing your guts, how in the hell am I supposed to get my rocks off?”
“I hate you, I want to go back to jail.” she said. 15th February 1931. “Hello Mrs Meyer.” I said. 15th February 1931. “Shall we start over?” I asked. She never believed me about the Studebaker, right until we took it back to Tom Ennis, and I started haggling over the price. “I’m only fucking you to get out of jail,” she said right out, “I don’t love you.”
“I don’t love you neither,” I said, “I just love those legs and those eyes and.”
“Sure,” she said, “It’s ok, I don’t mind, really, I’ll be your whore.”
I got her some fancy clothes, gave her a job in the bank, screwed her in my office most mornings at eleven and three and took her to my bed every night
4th July 1931, Saturday 6.45 p.m.
