“Isn’t she good?” he finally said. Then he started grunting and spasming and it was obvious that he was coming. She just kept sucking.“She’s...a great little cocksucker–a *real talent*” he went on. Courtney stood up. She looked a little nervous and didn’t look at me at all.“Well I think she has a *lot to learn*” volunteered Isobel.“Well she isn’t as accomplished as *you* but she certainly has potential.”“I’ll show you *real* cocksucking,” responded Isobel. Immediately she was on her knees in. I was watching the girl on stage dance around. She was a good-looking blonde (and yes, the carpet DID match the drapes) who seemed to defy gravity when she took to the pole. At the end of her song, the DJ spoke up. “All right, guys, can you give a big hand to Sunny, up on the main stage working hard to keep you fellas happy…! And let’s keep it going on now… Let’s hear it for the beautiful… JASMINE!!!” And “poof” there she was. Swan came into the spotlight with all the grace I remembered on the. . my darling husband did something with my cell, the few pay phones around here are trashed, and the regular phone in the convenience store where I work, won't call long distance – not even collect. I need to get to Wal-Mart and buy one of those disposable phones so I can call Mom and Dad.When I went back for Mom's funeral, I wanted to stay with Dad or even my brother, Rob, but oh no, I had too much pride. Now – somehow – Mom is back. She and Daddy have tried to explain it, but strange as it. "Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit family in Pakistan" "Are you his daughter" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading the back of a bottle she came from behind the counter and started rearranging items. "Do you get bored being in here all night?" "Yes. But no one else will do it".