"Step out the car and let me see your license" he ordered me, I was stunned looking over at Sam, he gave me an it will be ok look, I opened the door h...lding my dress down but with it being a sports car sitting close to the ground as I spun around my dress went up exposing my pubic hair to the officer. I pulled it down quickly standing up, he was snickering, taking hold, looking at my license "you are only eighteen, a little young to be drinking" he told me he had to give me a road sobriety. We were 5 cents, whores! It was very demeaning to value such an intimate act for almost nothing. It cheapens it as a transaction to ask for a nickel. It was less humiliating to fuck for free.”“Penny lovers!” Honey cited the Lionel Richie song of the same name.“Something like that,” my mom shrugged. “I think to keep up with inflation a quarter for a blowjob. Just like a coin-operated video game, you will be a coin-operated whore that sucks a dick for a quarter,” Mom seemed amused with that. It. Our discussions were fluid and free and confidential. She could tell me anything and I could tell her anything. It wasn't totally platonic though we did mess around though, she did jack me off as well as cup my balls. I would fondle her breast and pet her pussy. We never went beyond that because she wanted to be a virgin bride. I expressed my love for her and she expressed her love for me.Then Steven Crane came into our lives. Crane was a rich spoiled brat who got anything he wanted. Now he. ”An execution-style murder of a diplomat was a very big deal. The sort of thing that might start a war in some places. This was big news, so the media silence was hard to explain. Britain and the US were allies, so maybe things were getting hushed up so the two countries could get their stories lined up, but that wouldn't hold for long. Something didn't make sense.“I want to talk to her.”McIlhenny nodded. Likely he was hoping I would make that request. It would change the game, and tell him.