Everything will be okay." Though Karen could have easily skirted the truth by telling an innocent white lie, she opted not to run the risk of offendin... God by doing so. "Oh, it's not that. I mean, knowing my Mom the way I do, I know everything will be just fine." "All right, then! If you're not worried about them, is it me? Am I doing something wrong?" Stammering, Karen countered, "You? No! Never! You're being the perfect gentleman. Frankly, Mickey, I don't think it's in your nature to do. There are several groups of old men. There are a number of women chatting; groups of six or more. When they come in, they have their nose in the air. When the spot somebody they know, they scream, hop up and down with their arms outstretched and hug each other. Most of the tables are full. I feel I am justified for my selection.There a table away from me is a man; probably forty; red tie; dark suit; pen on top of his black leather bound notepad. The interviewer is doing most of the talking. He. I returned with some paper towels and spray bottle of window cleaner. I got on my knees and started wiping up Brent’s cum first.Brent rooted around in his pants and walked back, still naked, with something behind his back.“Ma’am,” he said to Emma. “Could you stand up, please?”I sprayed the floor with the window cleaner and wiped it clean before moving on to Mike’s puddle of semen.Emma stood up and turned to him, puzzled, as Brent dropped back down to a kneeling position.Mike’s cum was a weird. I looked at the display until I saw the disconnect. I pretended to thumb the "Answer" button and then I said, "Hello, sweetie. Are you held up somewhere?" In the casino. Where?" I turned and started quickly walking farther into the casino, looking around for my mythical girlfriend, while asking her for directions on the phone.#1: #2: #3: #3: #2: I turned to the neighbor I considered the most sensible. That he was waving his arms around and screaming was not encouraging.I got his attention, then.