It Never Hurts the Second Time

All Talk

2004-11-19T06:40:00.001-08:00

All Play & No Work

2004-11-18T06:19:00.000-08:00

Home

2004-11-17T06:56:00.000-08:00

Black-On-White

2004-11-17T05:38:00.000-08:00

Another Fine Mess

2004-10-20T11:39:00.000-07:00

On & Off Camera - It's All the Same

2004-10-18T06:36:00.000-07:00

American Dream

2004-10-14T05:46:00.000-07:00

One Swallow Does Not Make An Evening

2004-10-12T05:54:00.000-07:00

Hallelujah

2004-10-12T05:35:00.000-07:00

Missing You

2004-10-11T06:28:00.000-07:00

Bad Choice

2004-10-04T06:01:00.000-07:00

Fuck Buddy

2004-10-01T08:41:00.000-07:00

It's Just the Tiredness Talking

2004-10-01T05:15:00.000-07:00

Sylvia & MIke

2004-10-01T04:47:00.000-07:00

She never smiles and seldom gives off warmth. A cigarette permanently dangles from her mouth and I am lying on my back, legs in the air, ass exposed. Sylvia is holding a dildo. She is ready to make use of it.

Sylvia is in her late forties and likes younger men. Especially those with smooth, hairless bodies and uncut cocks. I have both. She also likes her boys to have been with men and Sylvia is happiest when I talk of my experiences. She touches herself and informs me she's goung to fuck my little ass. Her watching husband, Mike, nods in agreement. I love this couple.

It was tentative in the beginning but I have now seen Sylvia & Mike on a number of occasions. Our meeting came about because Sylvia found a small collection of gay pornography: Mike had a curiousity for cock and boyish ass. It was obvious we'd get along.

They are thrilled that I am English and ask repeatedly that I talk dirty.The evening will always end with me urging Mike to fuck Sylvia. She always offers him her ass. I love women such as this. Anal is so much fun.

Dialogue is Welcome

2004-09-27T06:32:00.000-07:00

There is a man who reads and then writes to me. He mentions things like "self-respect" and wonders why I can be "so proud" of my exploits. I responded and thanked him for his concern. I also attached a pic from a recent photo session I did. I told him this might further his enjoyment of the writing. He answered politely and asked if I worried about "never being loved". I admitted this does not concern me. Not yet, anyway. This is something, he says, he cannot understand. And how do I feel when I look in the mirror each morning? Do my cheeks not flush with embarrassment...?

I looked this morning. There was nothing. I didn't expect there to be. This is my choice. And I repeat: This is my choice.

Weekend in the Country

2004-09-27T05:41:00.000-07:00

There is an envelope in the back seat of the car. It is being held by a man I have never met.
Frederick tells me there is enough money in there to pay for the weekend. The passenger's name is Paul.

"He likes the kind of things I do," Frederick smiles.

There is hesitation before I slide into the back seat. I might be easy I am thinking but I liked to believe it is on my own terms. This was never discussed. I take the envelope from Paul. I trust Frederick. There is no need to view its contents. By the time the car pulls away Paul , a 55yo man with a stutter, has his hand on my thigh. It's going to be a long weekend, I think. The money is very, very good but it will be earned. By God it will...

Frederick is justifiably proud of his cabin. The drive is four hours from Manhattan, the conversation has been easy and I am feeling relaxed and excited by the weekend ahead. There is also, I appreciate, no escape. We are miles from anywhere. Woodland is all I can see. I smile at the thought of being a prisoner. A sexual prisoner.

Frederick suggests I shower. A cocktail will await my return. It will be the first of many. Paul will release the towel from my waist. It is Friday afternoon. I will dress 48 hours later. For the intervening time I will be naked. Paul will ask only to be addressed as 'Daddy'. And I will used. Everyone will leave happy and there will be photographs to remind us. Daddy will tell me he wishes to arrange a gangbang for me but I will not answer. He is thrusting his cock down my throat. He will cum with a serious of sharp thrusts and he will groan with satisfaction. This is why I am here. This is why I am always 'here'.

Today

2004-09-23T09:11:00.000-07:00

Kirsty's gone homeward bound. She enjoyed getting out of her "humdrum" existence and hanging with the whore. I will see her soon, no doubt. I've taken the day off. Decided to play pool and have an afternoon cocktail. The joys of working freelance. The weekend will be busy. I;ve agreed to go Upstate with Frederick (see below). His cabin is in the wilderness and he promises there will be much work to do. He sometimes likes to play a little rough. And he loves the outdoors. So do I. I grew up in a small town surrounded by woodland and farmland. In my teenage years I often go deep into the woods and strip off. I'd walk naked always praying that I'd be discovered by someone walking their dog or a farmhand on his break. But no one went that far into the woods to walk their dog. Such a shame...

10: Pictures Of Me

2004-09-23T08:48:00.000-07:00

I gasped and asked him if he had a camera. Digital or Polaroid.

"Why?'

"Because I need a photograph. No one will believe me."

There's nothing quite like the anticipation. It's the promise of the bulge. I am nestled politely between his legs and have unzipped his pants and pulled free his underwear. It is then I gasped. His cock lolled in front me. The largest specimen of manhood I have ever seen in my life. He was well into double figures in inches and the girth made it look as though I'd struggle to place it in my mouth. I wasn't even thinking of my little ass at this point. My two hands could fit easily on the shaft. There was probably room for a third. Josie was not going to believe me. Thankfully, he had a Polaroid. I felt like a big game hunter, photographed with its catch. I showed Josie. She liked it so much she carried it around in her handbag. Unfortunately she left it on the counter of a bar, whereabouts forgotten. Oh well.

After I pocketed the memento I began to get down to work. Lockjaw is always an occupational hazard. It was inevitable in this case. So, I concentrated on the head, his luscious low-hanging balls and tickling his ass with my tongue. It seemed to work. Then he motioned me onto all fours, with my ass sticking in the air. He spread my cheeks and darted his tongue around my hole. Praise the Lord. Hew worked two, three fingers in there. I relaxed. Now was the moment of truth. I feared I was to be split in half. But it wasn't a bad way to go. I placed my hands on the cheeks and spread my ass as far as possible. I could feel the tip of his head knocking at the door. Come on in, I said. He did. I shrieked and then disappeared. The eyes rolled in my head and I felt giddy. There are no manuals to explain this. I felt his frustration at not being able to fully enter me. I wanted it too. I wanted to feel his balls slap against my ass.

"Oh fuck me,"I groaned and he eased himself deeper. I was close to passing out when he withdrew. He quickly turned me to face him, removed the condom and thrust my mouth onto to his cock. Ah, my favorite moment. I massaged his balls and opened wide. I swallowed greedily and was drunk on his cum. He called me his lil' cumdump. I appreciated the pet name. And now it's just a story to tell. There was the photograph, of course. But then there was Josie, the liqour, showing it to strangers and leaving it on the counter. I still love her, though.

9: Oh Look At Me, I'm Famous

2004-09-23T08:20:00.000-07:00

The girl on the screen is kneeling. She pokes her tongue out before blowing a kiss to the camera. I turn to Josie and pat her on the knee.

"It's true," I say. "You are a natural. And look at you - I'm so jealous."

Towering over her are one, two, three, four gentlemen. We do not see above their waists. Only their cocks. Four delicious cocks. I repeat, "I'm jealous" and Josie tells me to pour another drink. The movie has only just started: Amateur Facials.

Josie introduces her lips to each and every one of the cocks. There is a black one she takes particular care with. I begin to imagine myself in Josie's place. She is soon joined on screen by an older lady. Her body is a little worn but she smiles to the camera in such a way that any deficiences are easily ignored. The scenario is Mom and Stepdaughter.

"Didn't they need a stepson?" I pout.

"Two cocksuckers in any family is more than enough, dear boy," Josie giggles.

The movie is a simple affair. All oral culminating in a mass climax over two willing faces. Stepmom and daughter swap cum and everyone is smiling. The titles roll and we are given exclusive sneak previews of three future participants: Jackie, Brittany and Kristie. No of them look as good as my friend.

"They want me again," Josie says. And they will have her.

8: I Am What I Am

2004-09-23T05:47:00.000-07:00

He was a retired professor and I am a whore. That's what I told him. It was on our first date and I tried hard not to answer truthfully but I couldn't. We had first met at the B&N on Union Square. Edward was 63 with a neatly trimmed moustache and large hands. He caught me looking at him and smiled with a confidence that suggested it wasn't unusual for boys to be staring. Our conversation was brief, culminating in an arrangement to meet that evening for a drink. I was excited. I telephoned Josie and all she said was "be careful".

It was a natural question, I suppose. Edward was taking an interest in me.

"So what do you do?" he asked. I paused. What do I do, I thought.

"Well, I'm a... I work as..."

Oh go on, I was thinking. Tell me. It's not like you've ever been reluctant before. Why the shame now? Is it 'shame'?

"I'm a whore," I said quickly, before adding unnecessarily, "I suck cock, among other things, for money. That's what I do."

His response was composed.

"And do you enjoy doing what you do?"

"You know something," I began. "I really think I do."

And this was true. I was enjoying being a whore. I even liked the word. Whore. And I love the fact that I was wanted. Even if it was just for my ass, my mouth or my cock. It's all yours. And it didn't matter if being wanted only lasted for an hour before rejection came. All that is remembered is being needed.

"It's good you're doing something you enjoy," Edward said. "That's fortunate. Not everyone does."

I nodded and silence fell over the table. Then came the inevitable question and my subsequent irritation.

"So what is tonight?" he asked. "I'm not paying."

"I wouldn't ask you to," I snapped and this was not going the way I'd hoped. Silence one more overwhelmed us. It appeared our date was over.

"I'm not, um, comfortable with this," he said, as he rose from his chair.

"You don't need to go," I replied.

"I'm not really comfortable with this," he repeated.

I looked at him and spoke. "Ok. Goodnight then."

I telephone Josie but the only reply was her answermachine. She must be working. I left a message: "he asked me what I did and I told him I was a whore and I said I enjoyed it and he couldn't handle it and left me and I am pissed and I am proud because we are what we are. Take care."

While playing pool later a man asked me what I did. I told him anything you want. He laughed and later that evening I did exactly all that he wanted. Edward was forgotten. As I say, being wanted is easier to remember.

7: The Happy Couple

2004-09-20T07:15:00.000-07:00

Josie and I had now become very close. We agreed that we would always look after each other. We also began tricking together. It wasn’t often but whenever a client requested playing with a couple we were happy to play. I’ve always enjoyed the company of girls. But usually only in a group situation. One on one, well, I can become jealous. Y’see, they have a cock to suck and I don’t. So, MFM scenarios are ideal and Josie is always a fan of watching me being fucked. It’s enjoyable, also, sharing a stranger’s cock with your best friend. Arguments may arise when the client is set to climax. I have a cum fixation and love to be the recipient of the load. But I share. And usually we are both left happy.

6: It's Good to Be Back

2004-09-20T06:57:00.000-07:00

Her first words were I’ve been kidnapped. I found it hard not to laugh.

“What do you mean, kidnapped?” I asked.

“This is why I haven’t called,” she said. “This couple wouldn’t let me leave. I was kidnapped,” and she slowly began to explain. I lit a cigarette. She had received a call from a man called Simon. Josie had been recommended. I knew she would have like that. But I didn’t say anything. I let her continue. Simon and his wife were looking for someone to help invigorate a declining sex life. This sounded an ideal job for Josie. And it was. Until that is, the couple left the bedroom. And locked the door. The story, however, is not as exciting as I’d hoped. Josie remained there for hours rather than days. And the couple played extremely well. The tears were not to do with the experience. Rather, she had been taking too many drugs and had forgotten about me. Josie was coming down. She came over to my apartment and I tucked her into bed. She slept well, as I did. I slid under the duvet some time later and we hid from the city.

Read All About It

2004-09-20T06:26:00.000-07:00

Ah, like-minded souls…

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Every Day Is Like Sunday

2004-09-20T06:10:00.000-07:00

Sunday has never been a day of rest. It is often the busiest of the week. Men deserve to relax and I love them to relax all over me. Thankfully the hangover began to lift by mid-afternoon. It was gone by the time a bearded man’s cock slid into my ass.
“Daddy’s really going to fuck you good, boy,” he taunted. I appreciated this. I don’t like my men to be coy. And the good news was that he lived up to his boasts. I sucked on his thumb as he fucked me and it was satisfying to hear the repetition of ‘yes’ from him. I now have a new regular client. I hope.
Kirsty, meanwhile, shopped. I called to let her know I had one more client to see. This little old man in the East Village simply likes to watch me masturbate. It wouldn’t take long. I strip for him. Then I pose in a number of positions. But he doesn’t have a camera. He politely places his hand on his crotch and slowly rotates it. I, then, sit and begin to play with myself. The man watches. I have never been asked to touch him. And nor have I seen what lies between his legs. This can be frustrating. At this moment all I want is a cock to suck on. I lie back a little and climax over my body. The man steps forwards and towels me dry. We both smile. And that’s the little old man in the East Village.

Liqour and Me: A True Story

2004-09-19T07:04:00.000-07:00

Oooh. I have a headache. It's the liquor and me. I love you so much. Too much. But I don't want to become a cliche. So, you're a hangover, nothing more, and if pressed I'll say I only suffer from you once a week. That's all. Once a week. And it is true. I can't do the kind of work I do with a hangover. I need to be clear-headed. I need to be focussed. I need my cock. But wait, the weekend. Oh, the weekend. Through the haziness I recall a female. A woman. A girl's parts in my face. Ah, Kirsty is in town and who can resist her? Not the several men she's already said "hello" to. I was simply another, put another notch on the bed board, baby. But I like being used. It feels good. I have been since I was a teenager and though I think, though I ponder, though I contemplate, I have no regrets. I enjoyed every moment of it. I suppose I'm weird. But there are others like me. If I can't find them in New York then where would they be...? Oooh. I have a headache.

Coming to Town

2004-09-16T06:35:00.000-07:00

Yawn. Followed by a yikes. A friend is arriving from out of town today. The apartment needs tidying. She’s a curious girl. She knows what I do and though she will deny ever having done the same, I know better. We are that close. And have been closer in days gone by. I suppose one could have called her my Mistress. She would fit me with a collar and leash and lead me round S&M clubs. I would be offered to others. The end of the evening would always see her wearing a strap-on. She liked that. And I wasn’t adverse to it either. So, Kirsty is coming to town. No wonder I’m smiling.

Frederick

2004-09-15T06:27:00.000-07:00

So, Frederick arrived at 7pm promptly last night. He had been drinking several pints of water, as he always does. The conversation was lively as we waited. He was excitable. Frederick has just had his manuscript accepted for publication by Random House. It doesn’t get much better than that, he said.

“But this is close,” he added as he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Once there we both undressed. I slid into the bath. Frederick stood above me. His cock pointed in the direction of my face. It is then he started to piss.

Frederick likes the way my mouth remains open. He pays extra for this. I always offer value for money. It's why he returns.

5: Silence Is Easy

2004-09-15T06:26:00.000-07:00

It had been two days since I last heard from Josie. This was unusual. A normal day would consist of several phonecalls before a plan was hatched to meet later that evening when both of us have finished working. I presumed she was busy. I left messages and tried to forget. She would call when she wanted. There were others things to concentrate on. There had been a steady stream of gentlemen callers and I wanted to ensure that each would return. It was all about making them relaxed. I would smile and hold out my hand.

“Welcome,” I would say and I would invite them in. Some took the offer of a drink, others didn’t. I ensured the apartment was stocked with a variety of liquor and beer. We would sit on the couch and converse. Never once did I look at the clock. Time wasn’t important. Especially on the first visit. Some would be content to talk. Others were bolder. They would upzip their pants and beckon me for a closer inspection. Introductions were brief. It could be as little as a minute from their arrival that my lips had encased their cock. I would greedily go down on them. My fingers caressing their balls, my tongue flicking at their head. I wanted my first taste of their pre-cum. Usually we would then move to the bedroom. I would be keen to have them inside me. But while some wanted to fuck, others simply wished for oral. The customer is always right.

The silence was broken on the evening of the third day. Josie called. She was crying. The sniffles became lunging sobs and I asked what was wrong. It seemed like minutes before she could respond.

Sidney

2004-09-14T13:24:00.000-07:00

Sigh. I recognized the voice even before the first cough. It’s Sidney. He tells me my voice eases him out of ill health, which he seems to be in a permanent state of. He is my weakness and is very much aware of that. It’s all because I let him visit without payment. In fact, three times. But not on the first occasion. He was generous then. But there was one very late night when I called him. It was a week after we had met and I had been thinking of him a lot. This small rotund man with the sausage fingers and the fattest cock I have ever sat on. He made me cum without touching myself. And when he came it was in torrents. I didn't have to eat again for days...

I must go. There is now someone due at 4.30pm. I will make myself a drink beforehand. It is a new client. "Roger".

Next time I post it will to carry on the story that started below. With the odd present day aside.

My email: hurtssecondtime@hotmail.com

An Aside

2004-09-14T11:25:00.000-07:00

It is 2.15pm on Tuesday September 14th and I've been with two clients today. The phone is switched on and I'm sipping on a Diet Coke. It is my third cigarette of the day. The sunshine is passing me by once more. Summer has come to an end and all I can remember of it are four walls and the company of men. But that has been my choice. The postings below began five months ago. I have kept a note of every man who has kissed me during this time. The numbers are frightening. But I'd be lying if I wasn't to admit that the thought turns me on. I'm pausing while writing this. I need to touch myself. I suppose it convinces me that I am alive. And it feels good to be living. Both men today were married, although they didn't care to admit it. I didn't ask. I just knew by the way they spoke, the manner in which they moved and the speed of their departure. One has left his watch. There is an engraving on the back. His birthday was on the June 12th. I expect him to call. And there goes the phone...

It was Frederick. He is confirming his 7pm appointment. It'll be nice to see him again. He has been Upstate for three weeks in a cabin populated with images of young men. I am in his collection. He insists I sit on his lap and tell him of my day. But he doesn't want to hear of other men. That's what he says. But we know that is not what he means. He looks forward to telling me off. Warning me against the desires of men. By this point his hand will have entered the back of my pants and his fingers will be grasping for my asshole. His finger will circle it and he smile. Frederick loves that I possess a naturally hairless body. This is what makes me special. This is what all the older men love. And it feels good to have their experienced hands touch me. But this is for 7pm. Now, I will have another cigarette and contemplate a nap. It's probably best not to see anyone before Frederick. Unless, of course, it's simply for oral. I can never refuse that. It has several years now that I have worshipped cock and it shows no signs of abating. It never fails to surprise or delight me. I am fortunate.

It was Frederick who encouraged me to write. During a phone call late one evening he suggested I blog. For titillation, yes. But for myself also. Enjoy its freedom. And don't be scared, he said. Never be scared. So I have started. Memories and experiences interjected with random muses such as this. Perhaps it will reveal me. Maybe it's best not to. I don't know. Ah, the phone rings once more. It stops me from thinking...

4: Camera, Lights, Action

2004-09-14T09:20:00.000-07:00

The script was basic. Howard was working to a very tight budget and there were no preliminaries.
“Gonzo-style,” he smirked and Josie says she even saw him wink. I didn’t. The apartment floated in cigarette smoke and Saturday-night aftershave. The décor was cheap and resembled all the worst aspects of the Eighties. This is what I was noticing. Thankfully, my two co-stars were more appealing to the eye. Both were in their late fifties and the more vocal was Jimmy. He had a paunch, a receding hairline and a nose that confirmed he drank whiskey late at night. I could detect the nerves in his voice. He spoke but said nothing. Josie smiled and he gave her a thumbs-up.
“You’re in it, are you?” he asked.
“No,” she shook her head. “Just hear to support Henry.”
“Good, good, good,” Jimmy murmured and he began to massage his crotch. I lit a cigarette and awaited instructions. I was eager to start. The afternoon had been spent watching porn and sipping vodka. Josie was by my side, continually joking about being my manager. She always seemed to be giggling.
The other man is the room was Michael. He was a short man with close cropped hair and a moustache. This was not his first time in front of a camera.
“Okay, let’s start,” Howard clapped his hands and Josie moved from her seat and stood behind the director.
“Henry, I want you naked.”
I extinguished the cigarette and did what I was told. All eyes looked approvingly. Michael stepped towards me and took my face in his hands. His kiss was long and hard, and our bodies pressed together. He steered me down to my knees and my cinematic debut began.
By the time I first took Michael’s cock into my mouth I had forgotten about the camera. I was sorry it had to end. But then again, the climax is always my favorite and I love to swallow. Howard told me to part my lips. He wanted a shot of the load on my tongue. I duly obliged. I've always been a willing boy. And Jimmy was still to ejaculate. I had been used by both. I had sucked, I had licked and I had taken one cock in my mouth while another entered my ass. I was Daddy's Lover. And I wanted to be over and over again. It was a shame Jimmy's load was merely a trickle.
I was paid $200 and confirmed I'd be available again. Before I left Howard unzipped his trousers and smiled. Since he was so polite I fell to my knees and agreed to his desires. Josie tutted.
"You're a natural," she smiled.

3: The First Cut Is The Deepest

2004-09-14T06:03:00.000-07:00

Josie repeats this several times during our conversation.

“There are always good men to love us.”

And she is right. And that’s how I met Richard. He would hand me a blindfold and kneel before me as I fastened it around his head.

"I'm so sorry," he'd say, stammering, "p-p-please don't."

I'd light a cigarette.

"I'm really, really sorry," he'd continue. "Honestly. Isn't there anything I can do to make it up? Anything?"

His voice would always sound starved and panicked.

"Please?" he would plead, this importer of wine.

"Louder," I would whisper to this father of two.

"Please!?" Oh what would the golf club say if they knew?

"PLEASE!?" and I'd yawn as I placed the lit cigarette against his naked back.

Richard was my first client and I performed to his request. He’d reward me at the end with a kiss and $100. It became a weekly appointment. It was nice to feel wanted. Even if it was for just one hour.

All I could do was wait by the telephone. This is how the days were spent. Advertisements were posted and I hope for the phone to ring. It did. I had decided to specialize in caring for the mature gentleman. The older, the better. Fifty plus and the look of a dirty old man; this is the type I go for. Paid or unpaid. Hence, it was no surprise that when I saw a posting seeking models for Daddy Lovers 3, I responded.

Josie was encouraging.

“It’ll be fun,” she said.

The audition consisted of standing naked in front of Howard. His apartment was in Queens. He told me to turn around, bend over and spread my cheeks. I was happy to do this. When I next heard his voice he was informing me to join him on the couch. His pants were already down by his ankles and he repeated how much he liked my hairless body and the fact that I was uncut. I knelt by him. It was several minutes after he had cum in my mouth that he confirmed I had passed the audition. Tomorrow, I would appear in my first film. I called Josie to relay the news. We decided to celebrate. I was 27 and had found the first job that I enjoyed.

And this is where the story really begins.

2: Josie's Story

2004-09-14T06:01:00.000-07:00

Josie wanted to tell me her story. We met, by chance, several days later outside an adult bookstore on 8th Avenue. She said there was nothing to be ashamed of. And I agreed. It was this that got me into the business. By the end of the week I had serviced several male clients and appeared in a scene from Daddy Lovers 3. But first, Josie’s story; I promised I’d tell it.

She was abused from a very young age by her father and his friends. There are videos of Josie where she can be seen smiling and laughing. She was a natural, they said, and her image popped up everywhere from Anchorage to Zanzibar. Josie was a star and she supposes she should be proud; it’s difficult to be the best in any field, chosen or not.

"You're such a natural," he’d oft repeat and twelve years on Josie still was. But she’s legal now. You can fuck her without fear. However, if it helps, and it does because men have told her so, just remember that the lips around your cock have been doing this since the little girl was seven. She'll even wear pigtails for you. Josie doesn’t care. Whatever it takes. Her cheeks never flush with embarrassment. They only turn red when you hit them. And you can. Josie doesn’t care. Whatever it takes.

She was told her mother was a whore. But then again, everyone needs to be something and Josie is not one to be concerned about names or labels. She left home when Josie was six.

“It’s best you don’t know,” he’d say, and all that is remembered is the departure in the middle of the night and the police knocking on the door several times during the days that followed. But that’s when the laughter began. And it never halted. The voices were many, and Josie lost count of the number of men who were to pass through her home. But she did what was asked of her. She smiled. She danced. She fell to her knees. And never once did she cry. This is what made Josie a natural.

There was $400 in her pocket. Her father often forgot to lock the safety box but he always remembered to charge the men who came to visit. Shortly after Josie’s fourteenth birthday she left the small Southern town where people spend their days spitting and watching cars go by. This was living by dying. And it was too early for a life to be complete. It was either Los Angeles or New York, so she flipped a coin.

Underneath Manhattan’s 59th street bridge, Josie learned to chew gum. It passed the time and she would sometimes compete. But she never managed to blow the biggest bubble. Josie was too busy watching cars once more, slow down then speed up. Potential clients lurching away, thinking better of it. But there were always those who stopped. And thank the Lord. Josie was never frightened when she slid into the front seat. But she was fortunate. Daisy was not. Hers was the tale that was told to those new arrivals at The Bridge. But no one listened. Needs are must. And there are always good men to love us.

1: There Is Always A Beginning...

2004-09-14T05:59:00.000-07:00