On his deathbed, when Little Raymond James wasn’t quite three, minutes before he passed away, he asked to be alone with Jennifer.“Yes, Daddy? What...can I do for you, sir?”“Your smell, your scent, is unique, my dear. More so without your special perfume that you love, and your car’s lifters knock a bit when you start it. Most like yours do, but very few people have their wives buy them an old British car like that. I only know of one, and it’s the only car like it in this town. Don’t fret my. Im going to start by asking you a few questions. First, have you ever masturbated? Y&hellip, Yes. How often do you masturbate? Maybe, once a week. Well, thats good. You should be comfortable with your body. I walk over to you, standing in front of you as you sit at the desk, looking down at you. Tiffany, I want you to strip down to your underwear please. I&hellip, Im not wearing panties. Okay, then take off your shirt please. Watching you nervously pull your shirt up and over your head, seeing. And tugged it down slightly to show my cleavage before pinching my nipples to make them stand up clearly visible through the silk .. the door bell rang .. i took a deep breath and opened the door hiding myself behind it .. there was two guys stood there .. a older white man maybe in his late 40s and a young black lad in his early 20s The older guy raised his eyebrows and chirped "Morning .. here to check your heating" I faked suprise "oh .. thats today?" The man looked at me with a puzzled. Use my name, Clint Robertson. You can tell him I’m the one who stopped the bank holdup if you need to. The gold piece is to pay for my room. Here’s a quarter for you. Please inform the clerk that I want a bottle of good Kentucky whiskey in the room when I get there.”The boy grabbed the coins from Clint’s hands and was off like a shot. Smitty chuckled at the boy’s antics. That quarter was equal to what Smitty paid for a week’s worth of part-time work.“You’ll spoil the lad that way.” Smitty.