A drop dead gorgeous blonde who was barely wearing a black silky v-neck leotard and black fishnet stockings crouched down beside the table. When the m...sic stopped, she asked if they wanted a drink."Bring Mr. Davis a draft beer and I'll have a ginger ale," Stephanie replied before Darren got past looking down the black leotard at the waitress's obviously artificially enhanced mammaries.The waitress disappeared as the music started. Darren was caught between looking at dancer on the stage as she. Mandy was shorter than Paul, barely reaching five feet in height. She had a mop of brown hair in a pageboy cut and a slim athletic looking body. Her breasts were small, but seemed the perfect size to Paul. Anything bigger would have left her body looking unbalanced. She looked a little like an elf would, and the first time Paul had met her he had almost checked her for pointed ears.Paul loathed the job itself. It was utterly menial and needed no mental effort whatsoever. All he had to do was. Somewhere deep inside my brain I knew some line had been crossed. Something was different. Well, funny you should ask. She seemed to be measuring her words. Deena is here with Mark. They met at the bar tonight and she didn want to say goodbyehes really cute, kind of afro-asian, I think. Anyway, since she came with me, we ended up here at our place. You dont mind, do you? Deena said she needed a night-cap, and I couldnt turn her down, right? I wouldnt be a good hostess, would I? She was. Then she hung up.“Love, what’s the purpose of the frying pan?” I asked her.“I didn’t know who you were. So I grabbed something for protection, before opening the door.”‘That’s my girl, ‘ I thought.“Thank God you recognized me. I’d hate for you to have to tell our little girl, why she doesn’t have a daddy,” I said, smiling at her.I tried to lift up, now that her weight was off of me, but she pushed me back down.“TJ, remember who’s holding the frying pan. You are going to stay right there, until.