Harold Mann, your future shtep-dad." Buzzy?" he asked, into the phone, confused.Harold laughed, "Oh, are you going to call me that, too? Andiegave me ...hat nickname when she was little and she couldn't say'Buddy.' Nowadays, she only calls me that when she wantssomething or is feeling guilty or homesick or something." No, sir," Kelly said. "I didn't mean...." Kelly, it's all right, *call* me Buzzy. I know you probablywon't think of me as your father, at first, but I'd like to beyour friend.". The bars are packed with men looking for women, but there are few to be found, and strippers and prostitutes make a very good living there. Even the less attractive women are sought after, and pretty girls are few and far between. There is a saying that there is a pretty girl behind every tree in Williston, but there just aren’t that many trees.If you don’t mind me saying so, I knew that I would stand out there. I’m petite five feet and three inches tall and weigh one hundred and fifteen. It was the same as before, one would come up and ask me to blow him, and he'd feed me his cock, cum and leave. I blew another four guys in this manner before an older fella walked in and came and sat beside me. He started chatting with me and soon I felt his hand creeping up my thigh towards my crotch. He was soon groping my dicklette and whispered in my ear that he wanted me to join him in a private booth. He then handed me a token telling me I could use it afterwards to come back in, and then. Did you get everything cleaned up?”“Sure did, Daddy.” she replied.“Cool deal. Paige there yet?”“Yeah.”“You want me to pick up some pizza for dinner.”“That would be great Mr. D.” Paige yelled in the background. “I want sausage.”‘I bet you do.’ I thought to myself. My mind was pretty much always in the gutter. “What about you, Simone? What kind of pizza do you want?”“Sausage is fine, I guess.”“Alright, baby girl. I’ll order the pizza and get it on the way home. Love you.”“Love you, too,.