In fact, the world of lobbyists didn’t know he existed.Those who did know him -- precinct cops, grifters, hustlers, secretaries, storekeepers, bar p...trons -- saw him as a pleasant, low-key guy. His one-man shop had something to do with executive travel arrangements. Or was it futures trading? Furniture imports?Hank Morristown, through Daddy, told me to be patient. That he was working on something. Something bigger than Greta Gunther, but it included her.Be patient. What choice did I have?As. Mom said from the kitchen, " I was good all night. Would you like to drink one beer with me?" My first thought was oh no, but she had kept her promise. So I said," Ok, I will drink one with you." Walking into the living room, she had on an old, thin, white T-shirt that just did cover her pussy. The back light of the TV allowed me to realize she was naked. So I was able to make out details of her breast, nipples and see that her pubic mound was shaved under the T-shirt. Mom had always worn. Applause broke out as the cloak hit the table. She was on display, completely naked, for all the room to see and it was full. She was humiliated standing on top of a table, naked in full view of a room full of complete strangers. At least in the bars she had some cover behind chairs and tables. Cindi could not believe her eyes when she looked around. Above her were three girls hanging above the table. One was hanging from her ankles, naked wrapped in white Christmas type lights. In her chained. I had 87¢ on me which was more than enough.At first things didn't go well for me but then I started to see how the different guys were playing their hands. For example, every time Tim got excited meant that his dad Peter had a good hand. Whenever Rock spent more time staring at my blouse instead of his cards, meant he had a bad hand. I had worn a short jeans dress with peasant blouse, over to Al's house. The blouse gapped open in the front whenever I leaned forward and it became obvious I.