Invites one of her boytoys over

With a few hours to kill, Katie decides to invite one of her male fuckbuddies over. Chris Irwin was the manager of a used record/CD store, and had always been rather open-minded towards Katie's appearance. Calling him up, she invited him over for a "session" or two.

Chris arrived half an hour later. Standing at five-seven, he was a skinny white boy with scraggly dark blond hair, with John Constantine-style stubble that never seemed to vanish. Clad in a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt with patched bell-bottoms and sneakers, he was virtually unfazed by anything.

"Hey, Katie, how's it hangin'?"