Unexpectedly, Trista didn't spit at Chucker like she usually does, or ran away. She smoothed the hair back from her face and winker at him, "Why are you still out at night? If you have nothing to do, go to my place for a drink, how’s that sounds to you?"
It gave Chucker immense pleasure to see Trista’s flirting with him. This had never happened before. He thought to himself, Trista must be crying for s*x, and wants a man to f**k her. I had long heard that Trista's very good at oral s*x, but unfortunately she is not willing to take me as one of her clients. This is a good opportunity. I guess it’s my lucky day.
"Okay, okay, why not? Let’s go to your place for a drink." Chucker dragged hid broken leg and followed behind Trista's happily.
He would not be able to catch up with her as long a
