I was sinfully vain as a young man. Fresh off the active duty USMC, I once told a young lady, “You know, you are very lucky. I’m normally very choosy when it comes to who I date.” My youthful vanity soon cost me that date, and I am certain it was not the last. I should have learned that feeling like you could lay any girl did not translate to actually getting laid.
Madison was the single mother of one of my former inmates. That son, and another were also two of my former football players years ago when I was associated with a YMCA football program. I ran into her at the local Wal-Mart. She was always an impressive looking lady from the neck down, but she had recently had some “above the neck” work done. Do not misunderstand me here. Madison was always entirely adequate (and then some) from the neck up, but for some reason, she was not satisfied with her appearance. Madison began talking to me about her son and how he would soon be returning to my housing unit at the state penitentiary because of his violation of parole, and her attempt to adopt his child, which would be her first grandchild. Other folks were trying to adopt the child as well, and they were undesirable in Madison’s eyes.
“If you know anything that can help me, I’d be really grateful.” Her grin was not wicked, and I am not sure she fully understood what I hoped she was implying. I had to explore this a bit further.
“Well, I’m sure I can come up with some dirt. Perhaps we can get together and discuss a deal of sorts.”
“Yes, I really want that grandchild. I’d hate to see somebody else get him.” Still I could not read this conversation. I decided to just drop the bomb and see what happens. What did I have to lose?
“Madison, I have to be very blunt with you.” I leaned in so no other shoppers would listen in. “Are you any good in bed?” She looked at me, sort of empty, like she did not understand. I continued, “Are you a good fuck?”
“I…uh…I don’t know.”
“Look Madison, I need some pussy. I’ll come by your house, you’ll sit on my face and suck my dick, then we’ll fuck like rabbits for an hour or until I get tired of it, and then we’ll discuss how you’ll get custody of your grandson. Fair enough?”
“When?”
“I’ll stop by this evening after 8:00 p.m.” “Should I be wearing clothes?”
“Are you alright? I didn’t see anything. I’ll stop laughing if you’re hurt.”
Madison was the single mother of one of my former inmates. That son, and another were also two of my former football players years ago when I was associated with a YMCA football program. I ran into her at the local Wal-Mart. She was always an impressive looking lady from the neck down, but she had recently had some “above the neck” work done. Do not misunderstand me here. Madison was always entirely adequate (and then some) from the neck up, but for some reason, she was not satisfied with her appearance. Madison began talking to me about her son and how he would soon be returning to my housing unit at the state penitentiary because of his violation of parole, and her attempt to adopt his child, which would be her first grandchild. Other folks were trying to adopt the child as well, and they were undesirable in Madison’s eyes.
“If you know anything that can help me, I’d be really grateful.” Her grin was not wicked, and I am not sure she fully understood what I hoped she was implying. I had to explore this a bit further.
“Well, I’m sure I can come up with some dirt. Perhaps we can get together and discuss a deal of sorts.”
“Yes, I really want that grandchild. I’d hate to see somebody else get him.” Still I could not read this conversation. I decided to just drop the bomb and see what happens. What did I have to lose?
“Madison, I have to be very blunt with you.” I leaned in so no other shoppers would listen in. “Are you any good in bed?” She looked at me, sort of empty, like she did not understand. I continued, “Are you a good fuck?”
“I…uh…I don’t know.”
“Look Madison, I need some pussy. I’ll come by your house, you’ll sit on my face and suck my dick, then we’ll fuck like rabbits for an hour or until I get tired of it, and then we’ll discuss how you’ll get custody of your grandson. Fair enough?”
“When?”
“I’ll stop by this evening after 8:00 p.m.” “Should I be wearing clothes?”
“Are you alright? I didn’t see anything. I’ll stop laughing if you’re hurt.”
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