Reflections

Once Vanessa had dressed and left Frank stood under a shower for twenty minutes, letting the hot water beat on his skin and refresh him.

The **** was even better than advertised, he thought. Not only did it work fast, it seemed to add a level of dependence to the users. That had a lot of possibilities he thought, although he wondered how many of the women on the street he could keep satisfied if they were all demanding regular fucking. Viagra would help, but there were limits.

If this was the old days, he'd consider putting some of these bitches on the street, peddling their ass and earning some cash for him. But that life was behind him, and starting again would risk exposure that could be fatal. Best just to take all the pussy and ass he could, and keep alert for other possibilities.

He thought about the following day, considering options. He had the morning free, and perhaps he should call Heidi or Jane for another round. As kind of a warm up before Holly and Vanessa in the afternoon.

Or maybe there were other possibilities, he thought as he towelled himself dry.

He'd have to sleep on it.