She had been getting into that feminist junk recently, and hated when I talked like that. I decided to change the subject. “So what brought this on?...�� I asked.Courtney bounced over to the couch and plopped down beside me. “So you know how I’m working in Dr. Clayton’s office on weekends?”“Yeah...”“Because totally I want to be a physical therapist?”“Yeah...”“Well on Wednesday, we went to a gymnastics class at the Olympic camp in Brownsville, you know the one on the way to the lake?”“Yeah...”“I. “Steve and I want to explain something to you.”I got an instant erection and my stomach was in knots.Christy stood up and with her back to me and she pulled up her tee shirt; I saw the back of her little white bra.She held her tee shirt to her chest and turned around to show our guests her tattoo.“You have a tattoo,” Tony smiled.“Not just any tattoo,” Christy explained, “this tattoo symbolizes something, read it.”Her tee shirt was still covering the front of her bra and I was hoping that it. After all, he had been doing it with his younger sister Alice for almost six months. He knew that the situation was not quite the same because she was adopted and all and she didn’t look like his other sisters because she was mostly Italian and not Irish like them. Still, sisters are sisters, adopted, not adopted, it really didn’t make any difference when it came time to bury the old salami in that place all girls love to have stuffed on a regular basis. He knew for a fact that his older sister. The driver pulled up outside the mans location and the man paid and left. The driver looked and David and smile saying you enjoyed that didn't you slut?? David looked up and nodded knowing it was wrong but could not lie just incase the driver did not like it.The driver got a call from a small group of men that needed picking up in town so the driver headed back telling David about the men saying they sounded quite drunk so he was going to get well used by the sound of it. The cab pulled up.