Setting in my preferences, I was immediately connected to 27,195 matching players.
As usual, spam found a way through before it could find a partner, it an ad for Fem World, "spend a weekend or a summer.
" She started pecking around for my bio, but hey, at least the secrecy screen worked; she unable to scratch out a clue from my Alias. "I live a drab life; thank the goddess," I told her, in my own voice, my hands free. Last six rich women mind fucked me far more than any other kind of fucking, and not a one would spring for an improvement in my nano status or health plan, married or not; imagining me a throw-away on our wedding days. Remember that law against rude, sexual comments to ladies? I could scramble your voice around that fuck word, and you'd be toast. " "Sure things, sis," I said, closing the connection. I started to say something very negative, but like most of those sneaky cold calls, she was fast on her lips and had almost hypnotic green eyes, not to mention a mouth that wiggled in ways that had me wondering if I'd seen that right.
You could end up in jail." "Yes Ma'am," I poked back, being overly formal. "We offer an almost endless array of options, almost all of them free for work trade, and some you can pay for with less than a half day's wages, for you, Joe.
It was almost as lopsided now as it had been Southern Presidents around the turn of the century, that too a fluke of demographics and most of the women Southern anyway, though with global warming being what it is, the immigration north was apt to change at least some of that, particularly since the breach tragedies in Florida.