Part 1

I was a jackass. I was as much a jackass as Debby a hooker. No! I should have outweighed what the whore's got. When loitering and soliciting , She had to resort to her wet and soft lips, which uttered sensuous words and secreted shiny fluids for smooth fellatio, straining all efforts to captivate her clientele to hook her, thereby polishing her identity as a hooker. Poor Debby! I was such a damn jackass that a friend of mine called Jack could't help thrashing and thumping his own ass for revenge whenever at the thought of me. See? Not that hard. Well, since I had mentioned the word "ass",without particular reasons(Now there was one!), I could not help picturing the juicy and tender pear-shaped asses of the female flight attendants, if ever, who always comforted my congential pis