“no” she whispered. “Show Me” I demanded. She looked around desperately, now most of the bar were looking at her, and her alone. “If you ...on’t show Me, you can fuck off now” She raised the hem of her skirt, about an inch. “What the fuck is this. Don’t you understand Me. Show Me your cunt or fuck off” She wrenched up her skirt, long tanned legs, no panties and no hair. Bald, smooth. “Well thank you” I drawled. “Hey Mike” I yelled “I need the keys to out the back room” Mike the barman. "Well, I'm planning on staying on the bus for a while. Traveling on our own doesn't seem to help much, and when I start venturing out I run into trouble. So you'll be seeing more of me for the next few days." Good, I'm glad to hear it," Erica responded. "It's frustrating being so close to someone who's making such a difference in the world and hardly getting to see him." Watch your drinks," Sammy called out, since he was the driver, "the roads outside the city are a bit rough." Patricia's band. “I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to change and come over right away when you called” Jack said, feeling stupid but a little more at ease.Anni` s giggle lit up her pretty green eyes. He was not used to seeing this side of her. He could easily get used to that, he decided. Anni was dressed casually with a dark blue open neck button-down blouse and a pair of jeans. Her feet were in open sandals. Her perfume was intoxicating. “Come inside” Anni said. “You look like you could use a cold one. Why don’t. The sectary just looked him over casually as such. He seemed to wiggle his diaper back and fort discreetly from elastic to elastic, just waiting for his turn to talk, as she spoke over the telephone. She noticed his blue eyes, and reddish blonde hair, giving him a quick smile of relief, glad that she had the kind of job where she could easily put anybody in their place. They were all k**s after all. Time succeeded, as she told him to take a seat, mentioning that Monica would be out anytime.