I fucked a yuppie once in LA. He gave me his card & obviously the name of his company was supposed to mean something to me but I didn't know. I was unimpressed. He wanted to be hurt. He had a wide flaccid bum. He had a car that put your seatbelt on for you. His company was general magic. I am really happy to have done that repulsive though the experience may have been, unsound, uncalled for, unforgiveable to give free sex to a capitalist pig.

Next step is join the shooters party.

It was back in my drinking days of course.

Relish it I reckon & get him to spend money on you.