"Sarah, tell me, did that Gypsy Austin and her husband ever come in here?" I asked when Sarah had a minute to talk."Not the husband but Gypsy was in a...time or two. Before you ask, I don't remember her coming or leaving with anyone. I was busy and at the time she was just another chick on the make," Sarah said."How do you know she was on the make?" I asked."She let men pay for her drinks that and just being here alone is enough to convince me. Then again, I have been hanging around here too. " What in the hell was that all about, Joanne. You are flirting outrageously with him," James said, getting annoyed."What are you talking about, James? I'm simply being pleasant and polite. Clearly, something you're struggling with tonight." You know damn well what I'm talking about. If I didn't know better, I would think you had just flashed that waiter your pussy." Oh James, just relax. How could I have flashed him my pussy? I have my napkin on my lap, and it wasn't flirting as I said I was. Then a wave of cramps swam over me, and I felt bloated, just as the last gurgle of water entered my anal passage. ?We are done now!? Ann stated as she withdrew the nozzle from my ass.Ann told me, ?Go into the bathroom, and wipe the excess lube and water from your ass crack, then put on your bra, but no panties!? I heard Mistress Domino say, that was very intriguing, and I guess very mind controlling for Heather. Then I heard her whisper in a low voice, I need to get myself a TG girl to. She was preceded in death by her husband, C.C. Stone who died at sea a number of years ago.She leaves one brother, Randolph P. Tucker, a nephew, Stone Tucker and two nieces, Mrs. Laura Stephens and Mrs. Karen Pringle, all of this area.In addition to operating the Waite Home, Ms. Stone was Vice President of Tucker Enterprises, a local Real Estate Management Company that she co-founded with her brother.Funeral Services will be private. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to The Waite Home.