He tossed the rest of his demolished nutty bar inside his mouth and watched someone on his left, my right. I glanced over, seeing groups of teens sitt...ng together and such, and wondered who the hell he was talking about. ‘Who?’ I asked curiously, trying to search them out. ‘Oh! That is Christian Louis. He is in my math class. He said he moved here about 3 weeks ago.’ Shawn muttered. ‘He just didn’t get enough time to get in with the school I guess.’ He then ate some more of his creamy mashed. It cost $1.00 to get in and hard wooden benches served as seating. The place could only hold about one hundred people. The air stank of a fishy smell from the former occupants and there was a penetrating sweetish odor that Phil didn't recognize. Still, the house was full.Sitting through the ghastly show, Phil realized that George had lured him East not so much to help his niece as to save himself from being dropped off the Steel Pier in cement overshoes by Vic.After the first show, Phil. ’ ‘Yep he showed no interest in waiting around for you to shake your top at him. He paid me the fifty-seven bucks for a Motorola C139 and left.’ ‘What?’ ‘He paid me the money. Do you want to show me what to do with it?’ ‘Oh. Oh yes. You’re been here only twenty minutes and have made your first sale. Congratulations.’ ‘Thanks, do I get a kiss?’ ‘Get fresh with me and you’re out of here,’ Tess grinned. Yes thought Dean. She actually grinned. He made sure she saw he was staring at her tits and. "Give your ole' Gran a kiss," she told me. And I did. Kissing Gran wasn't a hardship either. And as far back as I can remember, we'd always kissed on the lips, never just the cheek. And even kissing her on the lips wasn't one of those pucker up and smooch-noise kind of kisses either. She kissed. Which was something that always made me wonder what she might have been like when she was my age. Gran had soft sensual lips, and when she pressed them against yours, you knew you'd just been kissed by.