I laid back on my bed and lifted my legs above my head and positioned my phone to take the picture. With the picture taken and sent to Brent , I went ...ack to dishes. “everything ok?” my mom asked. She had moved into my house after losing her job a year before and still thought of me as a 12 year old that she had to question. “Yeah im fine mom” I said as I washed the last of the dishes. As I finished my phone buzzed again, Brent. “good slut! Now I want you to take it out and suck it and send me. ”“Well, who the fuck did then?” There was a shout from the bar asking us to ‘keep it down, ladies,’ that was obviously directed at me.“Check the number of the phone that sent it. It won’t be mine. That’s a certainty.” She got her phone out. I checked and she was right. “We had a fling, I won’t deny it. But I didn’t send you that so the only person who could have was Val.”I hissed, “You bitch.”“It takes two, Cass. Tell me you never fucked a woman who was in a relationship. Well?”To be fair she. Let me tell you guys her house was amazingly beautiful, one could guess how well her husband might be earning.We went in, she told me to freshen up and change into comfortable clothes, but I didn’t get any so she gave me short n tee of her husband. She also changed into her night dress. Later on, she lit up smoke and went to the balcony. I followed her there, this time she was talking. I knew something was wrong but I didn’t ask her directly. So to make her comfortable, I didn’t initiate or. "Hank agreed and said, "I gots an idee. There's two doors and two windows. Ifen we could block the doors closed an' force 'em to come out the windows, we could git 'em as they came out." That's a good idee. Both doors open inward, soz we could tie the doorknob to a wood bar 'cross the door, then they couldn't open the doors an' would have to use the windows. Each of us kin cover a window with our shotguns an' they wouldn't stand a chance. We could force 'em out by threatenin' to burn the place.