As you pulled me toward the door, I slipped my arm around your waist. We moved to the door but something caught your eye. It was a display case hangin... on the wall. Three flutes inside the glass. ‘Oh, Daddy! My God! Silver, gold, and…’ ‘Platinum, darling.’ ‘May I play them tomorrow? ‘You play? I had no idea.’ ‘I used to,’ you seemed far away. ‘I used to.’ You put your arms around my neck and I lifted you. You snuggled into my neck. I carried you upstairs. I laid you in bed, taking my place. “Good night Nashville, on to Charlotte, North Carolina ... be safe driving home everyone.”The lights came up, and they scrambled to get in the traffic jam that usually exists after every night we perform.We got our check of $12,334,305, with my usual sixty seconds to enjoy it, before Janice or Brian takes it from me. I really didn’t mind them doing that. I wouldn’t feel comfortable carrying that around on me for any length of time.I may have a request for 59% of the gross and 10% of the. SNIFF. SNIFF." Good girl. Keep that up."I kept sniffing her cunt as loudly as I could. What would happen whenDiane got home? How much did Diane know?Then I heard her making a phone call."Heh. Heh. Like a charm. Hotter than I ever imagined.my cunt smellsso strong it'll knock you down when you get here. Heh. He's here now. Sniffing my cunt. He wants to be mommy's good girl and I think he's gota good shot at that job. Ha ha. Should have seen his faggoty face whenI asked to see his. “It’s a bit of a personal question,” she said. I she said, “okay”, hoping that this was going to be the start of this of the adventure I so desperately wanted. “Do you remember the first time we masturbated together under this tree?” my heart missed a couple of beats at her question. I must have looked at her with a quizzical response, because she then said, “Oh never mind, it was a stupid question.” I responded, “No, It’s not a stupid question and yes I remember that, why?” “I remember that.