Chapter 156 Hotel Screamer Vlll

• “No more for me, thanks. We’re friends, David. Just friends.”
• “Right, right.” And she truly was right. And pretty cool to boot. I enjoyed hanging out with her at the bar and chatting about careers and friendships and the music we both liked. Friendship with her was undoubtedly a good thing. Not quite as good as bending her over, but don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right? No reason to mess that up just because my cock was still half-hard in my trousers. She has a boyfriend, I told myself. I respect that, and I respect her desires.
• Ellen began to stand up from the hotel room couch but stopped on a crooked knee and looked down at her shoes. “Fuck, did the strap break on this again?” She looked back at me. “I literally just took these to my cobbler.” Ellen, who was now mostly vertical and only a few feet away from me, turned back to her shoe and bent at the waist to inspect it.