On the other side of the car, barely visible over the roofline, was another woman. This one was short, thin and had a touch of oriental lineage in her...almond shaped eyes and her midnight black hair. She was watching me too!“Toni, this guy here is Jack McCoy and the lady with him is his security, Gwen. Jack, Gwen, this is Toni and the less tall one on the other side is Aiko. They are the best damn bodyguards in the country!” Kate announced, introducing us but not, I guess, setting their minds at. "I was about to object but Jackie was ahead of me and said "just tryme Peter, you won't like the alternative I can assure you."I closed my mouth. I didn't dare ask what the alternative would be.Jackie gave me a sneer and said "You can hardly complain. Just keepthinking about how late you have made us."My Mother sat down on the chair. She pointed a finger at her lap. Iknew what that meant from old. She did not guide me but justexpected me to put myself across her knee. Once there she seemed. "Dad cocks his head, "Why honey?" Just not working out. He never wants to do any of the things I want to do. I go to football games and watch stupid movies with him but when I want to do something he always wiggles out of it. Just ya know tired of it." she explains.She of course did not say all he really wanted to do was fuck her. Not something you tell your dad. If Ronnie was any good at it the story would be far different. She hoped the wetness she could feel seeping into her panties would. "Great set as usual," he remarked as I packed the stuff into the back of my beat-up Ford Fiesta. With everything packed in tight, I stood back, wiped my brow and grinned, "Thanks Dave. Good number in tonight."He smiled, "Thursday nights with Nick Evans are becoming a popular tradition in The Last Stop". He handed over a brown envelope, "There you go Nick," his brow furrowed, "Real sorry I can't give you more, you know I'd love to, but making ends meet and all that."I shrugged and waved a hand.