The village idiot of Las Vegas agrees to a request from Roxy.

"Roxy, I love you more than anything in the whole world. I would give anything to be with you. I want you so bad." - I was professing my love to her yet again - this time it was in a room at Caesar's Palace last Friday - "Jethro, I don't know why I keep doing this. Girls like me cost a helluva of a lot more than you'll ever have. Any way, let's get it over with," she stands up from the bed and in one fluid motion strips to her bra and panties- "You have to do the rest dummy," she adds.

I drop to my knees in front of her and put my hands on her curvy waist. I then stare directly at her crotch and began laughing - "Yep, that about sums things up," I say. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties and the word - Slut - was stitched in red letters across the crotch area. 

She was oblivious to the humor at first and then remembers she is wearing them - "Yeah - I agree Jethro... that sums me up," she then adds, "Any girl who would sleep with you has to be an absolute slut, or blind." I laugh at the slight and without further adieu grab her panties on each hip and roll them to her ankles - she steps out one foot at a time. 

After we finish she asks if I am going to put us being together in my blog again - "Babe, you know I am. Why do you ask?" - she says, "Jethro, I want you to put this in your blog. And I want you to say it just like this - verbatim...promise." I agree - she spurts - "The only reason I sleep with your fat, broke, lazy, stupid, worthless ass is simple. Your writing is a turn on for me. It gives me a sense of adventure that I don't get from normal guys."