She was calling him a paki bastard and other such things, adding that being a paki bastard he was not fit to lick the shit off her shoes, and with tha... she launched herself at him slapping him several times.the owner of the restaurant managed to get between them and i grabbed hold of Susan and frog marched her out off the door. with the owner telling me never to come back as he would not tolerate racist behaviour.To say i was angry with Susan was a massive understatement, i got her in the car. After a pause, I asked,” Can I get you anything?”Anne just moaned as Evelyn asked, “How about some water and a cold washcloth?” I ran back to the room, got some water and a washcloth, which I dampened with cold water back in the bathroom sink, and brought them to Evelyn. Anne seemed to be done, but Evelyn said, “I’ll keep her here for a little while longer, why don’t you just head back to the room.”“If you don’t need anything else then I’ll go back and wait for you girls there,” I repliedEvelyn. `*Next thing I knew, I was spread out on something soft, that Persian rugyou must've seen in the parlor room downstairs. I opened my eyes andlooked around. My head was at an angle and I could see Mick on the floorto the left of me. I tried to move my head, to see who else was there,but I couldn't do that no how.All of a sudden, there was a face staring down at me, a darkie. Shelooked older than the hills. Her face was shriveled up and full ofwrinkles like an apple still left in the barrel. " I carefully rolled them up, and pulled them up one leg, then the other. I didn't tell my sister I had down this before, but I think she knew. I pulled the shear tan pantyhose up to my waist. I loved the feeling of them. I fluttered my legs while sitting on the bed, letting tingly feeling move all over my legs. my sister said, "Come on, lets get your dress on, so we can go shopping!" She zipped me up, and the combination of the panties, slip, pantyhose, and dress drove me wild. I saw the pump.