Brenda stood in front of me between my legs. I reached up, put my hands on her hips and really looked at her for the first time.She dressed better tha... the other bar girls who looked more like strippers or hookers. Her red blouse was unbuttoned almost to her navel revealing a sheer red bra. The bra offered some support, but barely any cover for her enormous breasts, leaving half of her pink pebbly aureole exposed at the top. She wore a black mini-skirt that carefully followed her ample curves. She closed the curtains and turned to me, undoing the last few buttons on her blouse. She switched the light on and stood in front of me looking up, smiling. I looked down at her tits, her white bra holding them on display perfectly. Paula reached up and pulled my shorts down, my cock bulging in my boxers."Well, I can see I've definitely caused something to stir." Paula advanced, pushing her bra covered tits against my bulge, I could feel her heat pressing against me as she removed my shorts. But it appeared we got it wrong and Dawn had done something silly.Later Kara called me back and told me that Kevin had caught Dawn and Graham together on Saturday evening. He had knocked Dawn around and kicked the shit out of Graham (Kara's description). Graham was in a bad way but Dawn wasn't too badly injured, just a few bruises and concussion. Kevin was a nut case, not an arsehole. Apparently Dawn had tried to stop Kevin from killing Graham and had taken a couple of punches that weren't. I kept wondering what I might have said to make her think I was a r****t or axe murderer or some such thing. Annoying part was that she was really fucking drab and I normally wouldn't have even looked twice at her. I'd been thinking how lucky she must be feeling to have a 6 foot blond sporty guy like me to be sniffing around her.Anyway, I walked around some more. It was Saturday so the town was heaving by the middle of the afternoon and I walked out of town to get some space and to cool off..