While they're naked. I would go over and grab some guys by the shoulders. Say, I can see it in your eyes. Don't you give my friend here no shit. Of co...rse there was the guys that gave me shit on purpose to get slammed into the table. Or held up against the wall by their throat. When I saw somebody that turned me on. That made it more extreme. If they were scared they were a lot more scared. If they thought I was sexy they were a lot more horny.There was too. There was a lot of guys turned me. As she sat perched on the stool, crossing her legs so that her dress was raised above her ankles, showing the white stockings she'd so recently bought, she studied the bar with desultory interest. Darn! The place was filthy. No wonder bars had an unsavoury and disreputable reputation. If only there was a nicer place for her to wait in Tramville. Infuriatingly, more pleasant places than the Breckinridge Inn did exist. Quite a few of them. Tea shops, a drugstore, a couple of rather more pleasant. Then there was one. I got up and looked through the peephole, which of course would distort my own mother into the image of the scariest monster murderer.I opened the door and there to my great surprise stood Jake."Well, hello Jake. What a surprise." I regained my composure, opening the door wide, "Come in, come in." Nice layout," he commented, "but wow, déjà vu."We stood there and exchanged goofy guy grins.Next he noticed the secretary. "My god, that is incredible. How gorgeous.. To her amazement she found that there was a certain wicked satisfaction in watching this pagan scene. Her mother was beautiful, she thought as she gazed in intoxicated rapture at the nakedly enchanting figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before her. She was only thirty-five years old, and her voluptuous breasts were still as firm as a high school girl's. Her waist was slender and swelled out into the beautifully rounded hips and thighs of a mature woman. Her hair was blonde, like Patty's, and.