.. I haven’t had anyone brush my hair since I was a very little girl,” Megan shyly said.“Didn’t your mother ever brush your hair?” I asked.�...�My Mom used to when I was little, but ... but she died when I was six. Dad remarried when I was eight, and my step-mom and I never got along very well,” Megan said.“That explains a few things,” I thought to myself.After the first night at the hospital, I had asked Jack to pick up my laptop from home, and for the past two days I had searched for runaways. This time I passed, but kept in mind where to find him later. After another block, as I was passing a cigar store, I wandered in, and found that the Mexicans didn't boycott the Cubans or their cigars, so I picked up a Montecristo Number One. I borrowed the owner's cutter, and bought a lighter before thanking him, and moving on. As I continued walking, I passed a couple of restaurants, and bars. Finally, I came to the marina area, and walked down to the docks looking at the signs for the fishing. Not that I want some guy to suck me off but I can't lose I think and I would get all the money on the table, like $750. So, I say alright I'm in. Brad says what not me no way. Mark says I'm in, come on Brad how bad could it be. He shakes his head saying pretty bad but decides to be in as well. We flip our cards over with one more deal to go. I've got the best hand so far but Brad draws into a straight flush on the last card, and Mark draws a higher full house. No fucking way I murmur. I can't. She decided that rising up too much would be noticeable and stuck to grinding and twisting on his pole. He didn’t protest as she swayed her hips back and forth, left and right. They sat there, kissing and feeling each other while Jack was buried to the hilt in her sex. Time passed so quickly, neither of them was anywhere near ready when Keith pressed a hand onto Lauren’s lower back. She knew that he knew what they were doing, and that was the most subtle hint he could give that their time was.