My outfit was slightly modified from the regularwaitresses, with a few strategic padlocks ensuring that nothing came offbefore Madame wanted. My hair...was up in a bun, and my tattooed make-upenhanced with even brighter colors. Tara had to train me in basic waitressing skills, like how to carry a trayfull of drinks, how to take orders from players and how to respond to heavyflirting. All this was made even harder in high heels. With all my timespent in stilts, I had not really walked around. Doc and his best friend's wife sat on the couch watching Beth fuck. He had his arm around her, gently cupping her breast. His other hand was under her skirt feeling the crotch of her panties. The crotch was wet."Doc, honey, you've got to stop that," she moaned, "I... I'm getting so hot."Doc slipped his fingers under the crotchband, felt the fat lips, the soft hair that was getting wet. She squirmed under his touch."Oh, Doc... honey, look at her go," she said, her eyes glued to Beth bouncing on. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend? (No.) What was my mother like? (Gone a lot.) Where was my dad? (No idea.) Why did I stare at girls’ butts? (Because — wait — what?)“Bryan, girls know. You may not think we’re paying attention but we are. So, you look at Angela’s ass in sixth period and in the halls. You want to fuck her ass, don’t you?”I was shocked by such directness from a girl who seemed so wholesome.I blurted, “NO!” Then. "I held her, but she was inconsolable I couldn't comfort her. I couldn't understand, my Mom was usually the calm one, who would keep her head in a crisis. But here she was uncontrollably crying about my leaving.I said, "Mom, I'll be okay ... I'll be home in a year ... that's not all that long ... I'll come home." Oh, my love, you have to come home, you just have to." she cried into my chest as I held her tight.I kissed her tears away, telling her that I loved her and that everything would be.