I have taken care of everything and made this out to be worse than what it was. Went to the bank and opened a hobby account so this will never happen again!
This rendezvous was not planned at all. I went to a restaurant at a local mall and sat at the bar for lunch. A very pretty young lady sat down a few seats down and i made small talk with her. After buying her a couple of drinks and lunch I learned she was a lingerie model! One thing lead to another and well.....you know the rest of the story.
Originally Posted by liquidtrip
Oh yeah, I know the story. That kind of shit happens all the time. I'm always meeting lingerie models at the mall and then taking them to hotels for NSA sex. It gets annoying, I can't even go get a pair of Reeboks or enjoy my fucking Dippin' Dots without half the Victoria's Secret catalogue begging for a taste of lil' Biz.
So how often does your super secret agent job bring you to Dallas?