"Well, when your Dad is one of the major shareholders and a former director..." someone answered."That's gotta be the reason!" snapped Denise, "Well, ...e'd better stay out of my way for the rest of the day at least. Sheesh!" Then she swivelled on her heel and looked at Stan, thoughtfully, her expression turning grateful as she said, "I guess I should say 'Thank You!' to you for stopping me from hitting him. I'd have got fired, wouldn't I?" By the end of the last sentence, Denise was looking. Yes, sucking the dick and fucking the ass and everything. They only cared about boys. They didn't care what I saw..I guess those words did it for Judy."Let's get out of here and take a bath...."Judy, you can stay, but I need to wash my hair, have a shower, and go.." Let me find some clothes for you. Sylvia. We call this place the "Mayan Macey's" because so many women come in here from Chiapas and Guatemala. Most of those women are not very tall, but still, they are women, not little girls, and. We enjoy telling pilot stories about the good old days. “Oh my God, then there was time when…..The difference was I had flown in combat and he had not. He told me how much he admired me for this. That I had seen tracers coming from the ground at my aircraft and he had not. That I faced death by hostile fire and he had not. He went so far as to say that I am his hero. Hey, his words not mine, I’m just telling the story. This set off my gaydar which had already been getting hits. In one. For these functions he encouraged me to get a new dress every time. I used the credit card he had given me and never worried about it being refused; in fact I played a little game at first to see how much I could spend on the card. I got bored with the game well before I reached the limit. Charles was very good at making money, indeed it was his work and playtime rolled together into one. If he wasn't working he thought about what he would do the next day when he was working. He was working.