Briar Rose

Hmm…
«Never try to teach a pig to sing. It won’t work and it annoys the pig.»
Naaaah. Men don’t change.
In my case this is a double oinker. The man in question happens to be a cop.
Oink Oink
Don’t get me wrong. I love cops. They are tasty and delicious like most pork dishes. My booty call of choice happens to be a cop. The sex is off the heezy fo sheezy. But it stops there. This dude wouldn’t know the truth if it was delivered to him personally by a courier from Heaven. When I met him 5 years ago, he told me he was 45. I have seen his profile on many dating (screwing) sites since and his age ranges from 43 to 50 now.
If you repeat a lie, you’re telling a lie, so I won’t lie to you… I don’t truly know how old the fuck he is. And as a sex only case… it isn’t important. As long as «it» still works.
I went to Briar Rose to get him a 50^th birthday gift, as that was the age he’d be after five years of knowing him. This is your regular run-​of-​the mill engraving, cigar, jewelry place located inside the South Bay Pavilion… formerly known as the Carson Mall. (They changed the name to bring in a better class of customers, but it didn’t work) There is a wide variety of gift items and most can be personalized.
I settled upon a set of gold cuff links to signify 50 years.
I was telling my road dawg about the gift. She was shocked that I would buy such a nice gift for my sex slave.
«Dang, Cid… is it really gold?»
«Girl, please… is he really 50?»
If he can prove he’s 50, I’ll get the real shit. In the meantime, fake gold for a fake 50.
Being that he is retiring in a few weeks, he’s older than 50.