Sex with a crack whore
With that business out of the way, I drove out of the neighborhood, which can be hot with cops. "What's your name?" I asked, and told her mine. "Erica," she replied, then asked, "What are you looking for?" "I have a motel room nearby," I answered. "Would you like to go with me? We can discuss the details when we get there." "Sounds good," she replied. A few minutes later I pulled into the parking space in front of my room and got out. She followed me into my room. I had carefully...