” Mary looked her young friend in the eye. “You know, since we’re all being honest, I have to say that I really enjoyed doing what I did to you...when you were here the last time. And everything you did with John, I loved watching.” “Mary, I liked what you did too -- I’m not a lesbo.”. Mary put her hands around the girl’s head, pulled her to her, and kissed her forehead softly. “You’re nice, and I like your taste – let’s be each other’s whores sometime.” Kelly melted, shocked, but didn’t. Some called him a fussbudget behind his back. The accompanist, Hazel settled herself on the piano bench. She wiggled her wide ass and looked quickly to see if Mr. Masters had seen it. He had. She smiled to herself and started to play.After she hit the wrong note for the third time, John Masters hurried over. "Now, Hazel, you must concentrate. "You know how hearing bad notes effects my system." Hazel did. She smiled to herself.Hazel was 65 years old, with an ample bosom and wide hips. That was. I was buzzing with the anticipation of being caught.I jerked my head to the, left when Bozeman’s back porch light suddenly came on. I heard the twist of his doorknob and the creaking of an old aluminum storm door. Mr. Bozeman walked to the same chair he sat in earlier. Still talking on his cell phone. I made no move to hide.It was clear that he hadn't noticed me. A little pissed I sat up on the edge of the trunk, over the back tire. Sliding my legs apart as I faced him. He was no more than. I hated to admit it, but I kind of missed my old routine. I wasn't much of a babysitter. I for sure wasn't going to sit around in one place explaining to war criminals they couldn't visit McDonald's. Of course I would be happy to send out for a big Mac. I couldn't believe Martin asked me to baby sit these assholes.I found time to go over to the cabin that pretended to be a gym from time to time. One of those times, I went with the male member of the couple I was protecting. He said a bunch of.