Phew, Talk About A Robot

I had visited the Carnival Bookstore in the past, which now boasts a busy upstairs where gay men troll the theatres and then come downstairs to check out the babes on the first floor. I have only interest in the female gender, thank you very much. Here, you have the pick of the litter, including whites, AAs and Hispanic women. Usually, I limited my visitations to the white women but on this occasion I spent some time with a lean, tattooed Hispanic. I nearly fell asleep.

Except for the customary comment from the babe, which was "you're big" I chose the very low end of the menu and glad I did. Strangely, it didn't even seem like 15 minutes. Next time I need to clock the show.