That would require a level A-1 supervisor."Debra drummed her well manicured nails on the counter top. "Then RandallI suggest you get one out here beca...se I'm not leaving this counteruntil you do so."Randall tapped his comm. badge, "I need a level A-1 supervisor to FinalExit please." Glancing up at Debra he added nervously, "Code Red".Two minutes later a tall attractive woman in her early forties camepushing through the crowd at a trot. Smiling at Debra and Steve, shewent behind the counter,. We went up to the second floor and entered one of the private rooms. It only had a large bed, a sofa, and a stripper pole.To my surprise, my mom said, “This is nice.”“I wasn’t expecting this,” I said as I heard indistinct voices outside the room. “I didn’t think it was this kinda party.”As we looked around the room, she jokingly said, “Oh, you’re old enough but not for alcohol.”Sitting down on the bed, I said, “I didn’t know you were this, er, open either.”“You still think I’m the boring. To hold her more secure he reached for her wrists. They were so small he could easily hold them in one hand. The free one reached down, fumbled open her belt.All her struggling was pointless. He was a head taller than her, bigger, stronger and the had not spent the last three years sleeping rough, starving.Grunting he pulled her pants down. Instead of pressing her legs together she relaxed, spread them wider. At first he was fooled, recognised it then for what it was. She was preparing for a. ”I looked at Lynn and there was something that she was just dying to tell me. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.“I know you want to tell me the sex of the twin, right?”“That is part of it.”“Are they both hermaphrodites?”The expression of shock on her face was almost as crazy as mine must have been.“You guessed, Paul!”Cricket.Cricket.Cricket.“I guessed?” I whimpered.“NO! You big dope! Hermaphrodites!? Really?” Lynn smacked my shoulder a little harder than playfully.“Lover, I don’t.