"I was starting to think of a few ways she could do it when her all seeing, all knowing mother came running to the rescue - mine or Cara's I'm not sur...."Get in the house young lady."Judy gave me a long look and then turned to follow her daughter into the house.I never did find out how mommy knew that something was going on, but the next morning Judy came for coffee and asked me what had been going on. I told her about the neighborhood watch thing and that I had approached the car saw the two. Melanie thanked him profusely like the dollar was the answer to world hunger and the cure for cancer all in one.“This sucks. How do you make any money?” Brock observed. He had never been in the club for long before. He had no idea it was this slow and tedious.“I don’t usually make money, Master. I have a few regulars who buy dances, but they don’t come in until a little after 5 pm when they get off work,” Melanie explained it was a waiting game as she remained fully on display for her son and. She picked up my right hand brought it to her face and appeared to smell my fingers then kissed them. Misty gave me a nice kiss then gave my left hand the same treatment that Cherry gave my right.When I looked confused, Cherry announced, “You passed. You haven’t been necking with her or playing stinky finger either. As a matter of fact, you don’t even smell of her perfume.”“Is that good or bad?” I asked.“Since we’re a little jealous, that’s good,” Misty said. Then Cherry added, “But since we. You’re allergic to grape. What are you going to do with a wine cellar?”“I’ll think of something.”“You could refrigerate it and keep kegs cold,” said a nosy parker at the counter.That got agreement from the entire counter ... and the waitress at the till.“I know,” I said. “I can have the staff serve wine to guests watching the movies.” Absolutely brilliant!“What movies?” Bobby said.“What guests?” said the nosy parker hopefully.“Who ever I invite to watch movies at my state of the art home.