Ken had instructed her to get a tattoo of a penis close to herpussy lips, to punish her for refusing to ass fuck a client. Her biggest problemwould be...convincing her husband for paying for the obscene tattoo. Ken walkedoutside to his porch and looked around through the sunny suburb. He was content,a good blowjob, and business was picking up. Ken had arrived 6 months ago in the neighborhood. A decent upper class suburb,where the old American values were still upheld high. This meant hubby wasat. That is how Cadillac sells their cars."Geoff chuckled. "Maybe we should be making Rachael a partner over time,giving her one percent a year. That is great thinking, honey." No Dad, I want to be a vet, not a baker. But I also want to see you andMom succeed, so you will get all my ideas and writings. So if you guysare okay with that, I'll go print out a couple of them as signs for thestore. I'll put one right on the door, so everyone will see it as theycome in. You can keep that copy for the lady. "Grandpa!" Brie yelped in reproof. "That wasn't nice!" Why?" Ben asked. "You said that you already knew that you were going to die. Would you have done anything differently in that ten seconds if you really believed it?" It's not the same thing!" Brie protested."Really?" Ben asked in surprise. "Okay," he said, seeming to agree. "Maybe it's the immediacy of the 'when' that is making this hard to understand. Let me try to explain it a different way. Which one of you is driving today?" I am, Sir,". ?" Jack would you put on some music for us?" I dropped in a CD with some of the old Torch Singers and left it playing softly."Oh, that is so great. First, George, you big sweet old bear, you have to dance with me. This is my favorite dance music." My pleasure!" George said gallantly.I left them dancing instead of telling stories. I was sure that Jody would get her story and then be coming up to bed. For me it was time for some shuteye. The wine had made my head a little light.I woke in an hour.