"I turned the AC down, it was a bit chilly in here," she said.We chatted for a bit, then she looked down at her tits. "Does this bother you?" she aske...."No," I replied."I would hope not," she replied, "You've seen my boobs before."I got on the bed and sat next to her. It was chilly in the room and Alex noticed that I was cold.''Get under the covers," she said.I propped pillows behind my head, and we started talking. She had already drank two beers while we were there and opened a third. She was. If you have issues with my writing, please do more than say it’s bad. It seems like that’s the only kind of comments I ever get even though my ratings are above average for most of my stories. Don’t comment ‘This sucks.’ This type of comment is usually given by Mr. or Ms. Anonymous. That’s why I have blocked ole Anonymous. Give me some ideas to improve, some specifics please. Prologue – June 2018. Hi. My name is Joan Bellamy. I was born on Feb 28, 1947. My parents were very good parents. They. Like a lot of places, the Admiral didn't want their staff drinking. Yes, it's a bar. Customers drink, employees don't.The girls could do whatever the fuck they like. If a couple of snorts of vodka makes it easier to suck some fat guy's sweaty balls in the back room, then have a couple. But of course the girls had to pay. Or get the guys to buy for 'em.Anyway, this is about Big Tony. Well, Sam, really. We called Big Tony 'big' not because he was big, but because he was bigger. Little Tony worked. You’ve called me Gregg for years.”“After I show you what I need to share with you, Your Honor may be more appropriate.”I showed him enough of the video Don was foolish enough to send to Beth, played the audios Beth recorded, and told him of the wine glass and that Paul was giving the details to Tom Willis. I also mentioned that Beth was following up with other women Don admitted to molesting. Gregg was visibly upset. He looked mad enough to melt steel.“Nate, it hurts me deeply that Beth has had.