“Sir, if you can’t be sober for a concert, perhaps you shouldn’t attend.”I don’t think he appreciated my comment but he also lost the starin... contest and walked away. I didn’t want to start anything but I’ve never been good at backing down either. A student couple came up and the four of us began to discuss some of the scores used that evening. We had a delightful time. We left the hall in my car for Karen’s dorm. She gently but firmly pulled me by my arm to the elevator and then into her room.. "I always start the new girls out as bartenders and hostesses, until they learn all the rules and moves."Betty stood, and started to walk to the door, and I figured I had really upset her. Thinking it was best to let her just go, I kept my mouth shut. When she reached the door, however, she locked it, and turned back to me. "Do you have any music in here, or do I need to imagine some?" For some reason, I didn't quite catch on to what she meant. "I am applying for a job here. I assume I need to. "Do you really think he'll go for it?" Well, based on last night's performance, I'd say it's your call, Karen," Connie ventured. "You could probably make poor Bill whinny like a horse, and like it! Hah, but he won't be a stud! Oh, what a thought, you should name 'HER' Winnie!"Karen joined in, "Winnie, the sissy pooh!"With that, the two women giggled and continued to plot in conspiratorial tones borne of a lifetime of friendship, for the rest of the day.***Bill arrived home from work that. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths as they listened to the sounds coming from their daughter. Cindy began licking and biting Scott’s ear and said, “She is such a little slut. She loves cock, sucking and fucking it.” Scott just moaned in agreement. Cindy was speaking loud enough for Ashley to hear and continued, “She loves pussy too. She couldn’t get enough of mine while you were gone. Every chance she had the little whore was between my legs sucking my cunt. And mines not the only.