Mrs. Hunter seems so formal.Okay, Ann, I'll try to remember that. Margie, did you hear all of that?I sure did. Isn't it wonderful! I wonder how much r...nge we have.We can find that out when I drive home tonight. It's about four miles to my house from here, so that should be a good first test.I politely told Mom to butt out, and let Bud and me finish our date. Mom laughed (I didn't know that was possible, mentally) and left us alone. She knew I was going to give her the complete story after Bud. About a year ago while living in a this hotel I was used by a young blackman as his whore for the night.He moved in about two weeks ago with a couple friends. They where 5rooms away from me on 1st floor. As the week wore on I would be comingand going and would notice them watching me. When I would walk by theynever said anything but one of the guys always smiled at me.While one night I got a phone call and he said his name was Rick and helived down the hall from me. He told me what he looked. Osborn left but came back a few minutes later. "I decided I wasn't ready to go home after all." she said ordering coffee. I was glad to see her switch to coffee. I would hate to have to speak to her about drinking too much in public. I could care less what she did at home.She finished her coffee then came down to the end of the bar where I was talking to Brit and Jeremy. "Sheriff Porter, I just wanted to thank you for allowing me to ride along with you and Detective Simpson." Well Osborn you. They quickly fixated on the new arrival. Yet, there were still plenty of guys who stayed in an informal line that led to my wife. By about 9:30 PM, the third female arrived. But, that is also when the owner got the message to the existing crew that NO more females would be showing up. Thus, the owner oversold. He was lucky that the three who he did get were sex nuts. The females did not really take turns. It was up to the guys.My wife called at midnight, per our standard arrangement. She was.