Be careful what you wish for
Picked up Bri last weekend, when dropping her off got a glimpse of snowy. Went back today hoping to nab her this time. Stopped at shell, got a drink and came out, there was snowy. The usual q and a and she hopped in. Said she needed a Jackson, I said fine and we went to her spot. She started her work. Some kind of two finger stroking and maybe an inch of bobbing up and down. Continuing. Five to seven minutes. No motion, movement or spit. She said to stop when I started moving. Said to stop when I started rubbing her back. She wasn't being mean, she just said stop. She was actually kind of sweet. I had not had a release in a week so I thought maybe thinking of giving her a c. I. m. Would speed up the process. It didn't. I think we had a mutual agreement for her to stop. Dropped her back off and drove a couple of blocks down, parked and pondered my next mistake. Then I saw her hauling ass down the street, running straight towards me. She opens the door and reaches between the seats. She had left her, umm, hobby equipment behind. She said she was glad I had stopped. So was I I know nothing about that shit at all but have an idea. I was actually thinking of FS before I saw her today. I can't imagine what that would have been like. I honestly wouldn't repeat if she gave me the bill back, plus another one. Lesson learned.