‘Its getting late.’ ‘Yes dear,’ I replied as I went to change. Smokey’s was relatively quiet, being a Sunday night. There were a few groups ...round the bar and several scattered ones around the pool tables and booths along the far wall. ‘Don’t look like much,’ Tyler said. ‘It isn’t, but its home,’ I said. ‘Welcome to the south.’ We found a table by the bar, ordering drinks and chatting. Carl went outside to call Jeanna and Becky went to play darts with some regulars, so me and Tyler went to go. Not all people are kind.’ ‘Like the men in the alley?’ ‘Those men may be kind but greed takes on a different form of Love. They love money and things money can buy. The man buying the game is buying his child’s Love. The gift is from want – not need. The man selling the game loves money and its power over people. This kind of love is not healthy and it hurts your soul. They have forgotten what love is.’ ‘Then Love is difficult.’ ‘No Love is easy. Love is like snow.’ ‘How can Love be like snow?. He looked nervouslyabout the court room, his eyes never resting on Jenny or her parentssitting nervously behind the District Attorney's desk.Jenny Benton was a slender seventeen year old, her blonde hair done in apony tail that hung down well below her shoulders. She wore a pale blueblouse with matching skirt and belt, light blue sneakers with matchingsocks, rather than hose and heels. The outfit was intended to make herlook even younger and more vulnerable than she was.Jenny was attractive. But the nights she liked the most were the ones when all three princes, or even two, arrived and entered her fuck den together. She would be laying there, waiting with her legs spread wide and hear the key in the lock and hope that there was more than one. If it happened she would squeal with delight and her fingers would start to work furiously between her legs. She would slide her other hand under her buttocks and work a finger slowly into her tight ass. And if all her wishes came true and.