Thin margins of opportunity.

 The difference between having your balls swallowed by some slutty whore and sitting alone on your couch whacking off to porn is only a few minutes of bad communication. The first girl, who we will call BT... Betty, ( the one with the big tits.) wants to get together. Her man shot up poorly and now is in the hospital fighting off that common yet pesky (read life threatening) infection. So, her pussy is not being serviced. We planned to meet up, but then Justice called asking for a ride to do an errand for her kid. She said she would be ready soon. Okay, cancel meeting Betty. The cousin texted, then another old flame hit me up. I didn't respond. A girl I've been banging lately who lives just down the street wanted to meet up. Passed over all of them. Then Justice tells me she's at a pharmacy in town, needs more time, and needs me to pick her up. No way. She's robbing the place. I want no part of it. Is almost arrested on two separate occasions due to her bullshit. And she wasn't ready when she said she would be. But now half the other girls either went to bed or weren't responding. We're only talking a twenty minute window. But then, I don't want to blow my money on them so I resolve myself to fucking the fake pussy, which again is a fantastic investment for just such a reason as this. Every time I fuck one of these women, I'm losing $60-$100. Some guys reading this may think it's chump change, but I'm trying hard to keep myself from fucking a new girl every night. There are more skanks than days in the week, and I am skank magnet!