"Yeah, yeah Allan, you'll see." Julie Morris turned back to me. "Better have a good perv fatso, because that's all you'll ever be able to do. There is...no fucking way you're getting your hands or anything else on this merchandise."Well she certainly didn't appear to have any idea about hers and my mother's plans for next Saturday so I decided to act the way she expected. Not that that was real hard considering the way she and the other two girls on her lane were dressed and considering the force. ’ George continued playing, winning some and losing some and explaining the game to his lovely date. The dealer took several opportunities to glance down at Marge’s legs to see if her skirt had shifted at all. Meanwhile George was admiring the lap of the woman sitting right beside him to his left. She was an attractive woman about Marge’s age he judged. She was short with platinum blond hair and was perhaps five pounds overweight. Her legs were not as shapely as Marge’s but they were not bad.. She used my telephone, using a reference from a slip of paper and a wait of about two minutes, started talking to the person on the other end."Ann and Hattie, will be here in half an hour, to your address, I'll wait here until they come and then leave you to it. Go and get shaved and changed I will make us some coffee," she said after looking at my untidy dress.We were sitting in the lounge when a Range Rover pulled up in the driveway; two beautiful and beautifully dressed women emerged and. You're goddamn killin' me. Next time I'm driving.I'm telling you, my parents." Your parents are not buying you a Viper, okay? Shut up. We're here."Luke Sharpe turned the ignition of his Jetta and parked it. Then he turnedaround to his three friends."We woulda been here ten minutes ago if I was driving," announced his friendKevin Jacks, the Blink-182 fan, from the shotgun seat."Does it really matter?" Luke asked. "We're here. Get outta my car, you guysare stinking it up." The guys climbed out of.