You're just a little bitch, aren't you?"The masculine side of me didn't much like being called a bitch, so I looked at him again, my eyes narrowing. "...hat's what I said. You're my little bitch. Maybe I'll come here every day and make you take this black cock like this. I bet all your coworkers would love to know you come back here at night and suck black dick. I'll bet you have a girlfriend. Maybe she'd like to see you sucking this black cock." Now I was mortified. What if he did actually do. He decided he had to have a long talk with Katherine but first he wanted to get his sister Julie's view.Dave arrived home shortly after school had let out. He had an hour before he had to go to hockey practice. He was happy to find Julie was home. Julie and Beth both asked about Ron and, after Dave explained everything, Beth went to her friend, Cindy's house. Dave asked Julie if they could talk. They sat in the tv room and Dave told Julie everything that happened with Jennifer. Julie was. I haven't changed a bit, but everybody else has just gotten sooo freaking young lately. EVERYBODY.The first time I realized I may really be a dirty old man ("D.O.M." for short), I was 45 and in a nightclub in Las Vegas, sort of a "disco themed" place that had stages, loud music and beautiful women dancing all over the place. There was a pretty young woman dancing alone up on a stage right next to me, and the stage was at about waist-level. She was gorgeous, brunette, and about 21 years old. I. I was thinking some place a little more elegant, but if you want Outback, I’m good with that. Why the Outback?”She answered me in her little girl voice, “I weighed myself and I’ve lost six pounds from my ideal weight so, I want a Bloomin’ Onion!” I chuckled to myself at that statement. Karen would never have eaten that delicious, calorie rich, fried, cholesterol packed hunk of indulgence in her previous life.“OK doll, you got it, go get dressed and we leave in one hour.”We went to the Outback.