He said it was where abunch of hisbiker friends hung out. About nine Joe said it was time to go and asked Beth if she still wanted a ride. She said ye... so Carol said she would ride with me back to the motel and we could walk around the corner to the bar. We walked to the bar and Joe and Beth arrived shortly after. Carol and I already had a drink. A band was playing so we had found a table we could stand at. Joe and Beth came in, he got them a drink and they joined us. Beth walked over and I. .. yes ... sir,” he spoke up quickly. I graced him with a questioning expression. “Um ... where else might the girls be?” he stuttered. Now, I let my expression change. He held up his hands, defensively. “I mean ... if I’m going to avoid them ... where shouldn’t I go?”“Ah.” I nodded. “I’d avoid Chicago, New York, Boston and the entirety of New Jersey,” I told him. “The Russo family has ... um ... business interests there. Any other questions?”“No sir,” he said distinctly. Then, for the first. Now she looks like a crone, and she is only 23 years old. I wonder how many of the stories told about what she has had to do under orders from her husband are true. If she has fucked as many horses as is claimed, her cunt must be as stretched as a priest's backside. And that does not count the number of dogs that she has supposedly been mated to." Elbert, you give me a lot to think about. If this is the King's doing, then we will have to be very careful. He could pull us all down at any time. We swam and waded and floated on inner tubes for about an hour and a half. We decided to go back up to the cottage for a snack. When we got up there, he handed me a towel-like wrap-around with a snap on it to wear, since we were going to back into the water anyway.While he was getting something ready, I sat in a lawn chair on the deck facing the lake and he brought out a photo album with pictures of the property before the cottage was being built and at different stages of construction. I was.