"Well, my gear all has chains and padlocks," I said. "I need to replenish some supplies, dump my tanks, and find an assistant." What tanks?" Waste wat...r." Eww, gross. And why an assistant?" she asked."I discovered that it is difficult to keep the demonstration going while still trying to sell goods. There's just too much to keep track of," I admitted."That's why I don't really make anything when I'm sitting at the wheel. Everything I throw is immediately cut and reshaped. If someone wants. “Shelby, I need to talk to you about something.”, I said softly. “Sure baby, what’s up?”, she answered. “When did you start sleeping with Tim again?”, I asked. For close to fifteen seconds, she did not move or utter a word. I figured she was either shocked at the question or it was true. Finally, she lifted her head and looked me in the eyes. “Why would you ask me a question like that?”, she stated.“Because as much as I don’t want it to be true, I’m just not sure.”, I replied. “Then I don’t. ” “Sorry ‘bout the burlesque, kiddo” Francesca laughed as she hung up, again draping her bosom almost as an afterthought. I couldn’t reply, not even so much as a nod. “We book in half an hour, kid, so hit the shower and get ready,” she went on, pointing to the clock for emphasis, shooing me off towards my bedroom with an abundant smile. “Come on, go, go, go...” I was actually trembling a bit as I got the shower going, a flux of emotions like I’d never felt before welling up within me. I was. ”“Yeah, Johnny, Tommy, Chris.” You could hear the longing in my daughter’s voice. Might be time to buy a shotgun.“Have you ever seen a big dick before?” I knew I was going regret hearing my daughter answer Paige, but the fact that Paige thought I was hot and asking about big dicks made me realize that if I played my cards right, I had a real good chance.“Um… well… kind of. Amanda sent me a picture.”And that was the exact moment I hung up. I know how this game was played. She was going to show.