The man who had carried her was passing her over to a plump looking maid, who clucked her tounge sympathetically. The girl could hardly keep her eyes ...pen, and all of her body ached with cold and pain. The maid helped her up a polished oak staircase, and into a gleaming tiled bathroom with a huge Jacuzzi like tub. The maid sat her down on a chair while the hot water ran, and shouted out to the hall way."Bess! Get me some warm clothes from my room, double quick! Hurry child, this poor lass is. None of us were sponging drinks. Teenagers drinking legal ... we had driven up 14 in the Dodge. BEFORE the storm. Stuck up here until the Troopers opened the road. Shit happens.Anyway, after the second pickle and the fourth beer, a male voice said, “Barkeep! Gimmie a shot of pickle juice. Stir the jar first.”Don’t you just know ... we all had to try it ... twice. An ounce of juice, chased with a draft.You should keep count ... because none of us were.Six? Really? Six beers? No ... wait .... “Now come over to “Daddy” so that he can feel your sexy legs”, as ordered she tottered over, sitting forward in the chair I reached out and stroked the top of her nylon clad legs, as she turned a little I stroked her bottom and heard a little gasp from her. After 10 minutes or so watching the faggot mince about like the sissy Nancy boi she naturally is, I told her to get down all fours and walk about like a poodle shaking her phat ass for her Daddies enjoyment. As I watched her wriggling her. I urge all thosewho seek enlightenment to be there."After the final fade out, when the channel switched to another studioand their main news desk, the technicians and studio staff all surgedforward. On every face, Mike could see the same thing: awe. They hadbought it! They had to be as cynical, as agnostic, as most newsfolk,but they had actually bought Stark's act. If it was affecting them likethis, how must it be playing in the rest of the country, among thosemore receptive to such things?.