"Doesn't that tickle?" I asked."What?" she shot back, drying her hair with a towel. That made her breasts jiggle a little bit, which was very interest...ng to watch."That hair, around your... down there" I pointed.She looked down and then looked up. "You mean my pussy hair?"My eyes got big and I whispered "When did you start talking like that? If Mom heard you she'd skin you alive."She just laughed. "Well, anyway, why don't you ask yourself. Does YOUR hair tickle?"I looked down and there, around. They will need clothes. They will need hope; but the thing they will need the most of all is love. They will need to be shown that there are still people here who are willing to help them; that all is not lost. I need you to be those people. I need you to take in those who have lost everything. Give them food. Give them shelter. Give them clothes. But most of all give them love. Love and hope for a better way of living, where we look after our neighbours when they need it. You never know, one. “Oh just a good bubble bath will ease up that bruisedasshole of hers,” the pimp chuckled.As Reinhardt started walking away, the pimp called outto him.“Guess this Margot is some bitch who has done you a lotof wrong huh.”Reinhardt ignored the pimp .Reinhardt had anal sex withother female friends of his but he really wanted tohave it with the one woman he loved and if he could nothave it with her, he would hire hookers and pay them alot of money just to let him indulge in. She looked up and said something."Did she just call him a shithead?" Jake asked, incredulous. "Is she trying to get herself killed?"Tabatha chuckled to herself and thought, 'You have no idea! Just watch!' into her husband's mind.Jake watched. Now the dumb blonde was posing! 'She's definitely going to get herself killed! That couldn't be Grams. She's not that stupid!'One man turned and walked away. The other reached down, grabbed the blonde babe by her throat and hauled her upright. He.