By they, I mean two cops: probably good cop, bad cop.They seem to love that game. Then came the familiar questions, the same as when I’d been arrest...d, and I repeated my answers. Eventually, Bad Cop yelled at me, saying I needed to tell the truth, and he stormed out of the room, slamming the door. I was shaking and, after a few moments silence, Good Cop said I was in big trouble. Like I didn’t know that!“Glenda, I know the crack wasn’t yours,” he said quietly, “but it was in your possession, in. My friends would try fixing me up, inviting me for a meal and having a female friend there, that I might like to get to know better, some were ok but not the marrying kind.My 40th birthday was coming up and my friends had arranged a night out, we would have a meal first, the go to a strip/ lap dancing club.We watched the first few strippers then Tony said he had fixed up a lap dance for me, as the girl came into our alcove, I almost had a heart attack, she was my daughter Kristine, I knew she. McDonald’s! I wanted her surprised, so I wasn’t going to give in until we arrived.I had dinner reservations at Ditka’s Restaurant in downtown Chicago. It was not the fanciest restaurant, but I always like the food and it was close to our next destination.As we were seated, Laura’s eyes were wide and glowing.“I always wanted to come here! Iron Mike was my dad’s favorite player of all time. Every good and bad play was compared to what Ditka would have done!”“Really! Sometimes you see him here. I. Sharon had by now lost her fear of the pilgrims. They had not even once attempted to persuade or coerce either of the girls to join in their perverted rituals, and had made clear by their actions that they had no expectation that they should do so. It was sex and not physical abuse and humiliation that the girl was offering them, but however relatively benign such lovemaking was in comparison, it was still not something that Sharon could entertain. ‘I’m no fucking dyke!’ she replied, but.