..... she had already come from the site about 4 years ago to study and so she helped her grandfather since that time and the clients, the majority of...whom were men, already knew her well and many funny people took them there just to see and delight in her, with that delicious body, always in small and tight clothes; these several more horny men who frequented the bar, after getting more dizzy with their drinks, always made fun of her, who always let her go and laughed at their comments; some. He didn’t lie outright, but he didn’t really give the truth either. Questions like these were the main reason he’d vowed to avoid people and keep them at a distance.“You are dating my daughter,” Leslie reminded him. “I think I’m entitled to a little information about the boy she’s spending half her time with.”She watched as Brock rubbed his cold, dark eyes. He knew he had a decision to make. But he wasn’t ready to put his trust in anyone, let alone someone he’d just met six weeks before and. ."Jennifer just smiled widely and knowingly at me and my mom, and my momgave me a wink and a nod."Oh My God you bitches were working together? You have Got To Be KiddingMe! What if I would have stopped this whole thing and gone back to beinga man and a Rogers? How could you have been so confident? And JENNIFER,WHY were you talking to my mom WAY before I knew about it? What thehell?" Beth, honey" Jennifer said, "I had my suspicions about you and just hadto call your mom about it. I said. I chuckled at my now almost forgotten nickname: The Portly Poet. "Getting a bit more than Portly!"I glanced around. Now was not the time for another surprise visitor, for inside the fish I had found something. Looking like a series of dull white rings chained together with fine mesh, it unfolded into a fingerless half glove. Not silver, it wouldn't take a mark, even from my Runed dagger. Not the same material as my gray metal Titanium gloves, somehow it felt more silken. The tiny links holding.