”I headed with Mom to the door as everyone else headed off.“Can we help you?” Mom said as she answered the door.“Hi. My name’s Dan Figeroa, ...nd I’m with the Houston Chronicle. I wanted to ask you a few questions?”“About?” Mom said, playing it cool.I stayed just out of sight, behind the front door, figuring it was best to keep my options open.“Are you Angela Bell?”“Yes.”I don’t know if he picked it up, but I knew her well enough to hear the hard edge to her tone. I could see how him knowing her. “Who is she, and why doesn’t anyone stop her?” The disgusting man ignored the question. He was too preoccupied with trying to get himself off and made it rather obvious that he only had one thing on his mind and wasn’t in the mood for exchanging words of sympathy. The lecherous man pulled on his cigarette and shuffled his feet behind the bar, trying to get a better view, his hand gathering pace inside his pants, a tardy reply to the question muttered between heavy breathing, something about. Nearby their lair was a pink palace where lived a beautiful baby Princess.”The girls giggled, only one sentence in and they already had a witch, a sorcerer, dragons and a princess. This was good stuff for a bedtime story.Nan continued, “But then the King went away —”“To war?” Art suggested, waving an imaginary sword with one hand.“Probably, but it doesn’t matter why he left,” Nan continued, “leaving the Queen and Princess alone at home.”“Did they miss him?” Fanny, the middle girl asked.“The. When she made no move to remove it, my mind went into overdrive. Reaching my hand in between her legs I told her “you have the most amazing set of tits that I’ve seen in a long time. Can I touch them?” Her only response was to reach up and turn off the reading light. This left our seats in the dark. I reach up and grab her tits. Hefting them a little I say “very nice.” With my other hand I slid my way under her top so that now nothing separated me from her flesh. With my thumb and forefinger.