I knew for better or worse Swamp Thing had what was left of my soul, and the money wasn't bad. Laundering money was how most people Got caught. It was...always follow the money. I could live my simple life on the pension I received from the state.I used the liquor money to buy more liquor and other supplies. I also had a plastic shoe box full of cash. I kept it in a the bottom of a plastic tool box. It wasn't much of a place to hide it, but it had to do for a short term hiding place. I still had. Melissa’s hair was strung out in a large fuzzy halo around her head. She had the assurance of someone who knows what they want and looked comfortable. She didn’t waste time straightening her hair like Nicole.“We should have held this indoors.”“Mike’s hoping the inclement weather will cut short any awkward questions.”“Ladies and Gentlemen, you heard the rumors yesterday concerning my close association with Martha Adams. I didn’t want to get into it while the focus was on her demise, but I’m here. She commented to me, "John, that was hilarious. Tim was certainly aggressive. I have to ask, would you like to watch me fuck a stranger like Tim? That's pretty nasty. But, since you enjoy seeing me topless in front of other men, would you like to watch me get fucked? Who knows, I might just be into that. I'll bet Tim has a big cock."I was silent as I pondered what had just happened. In fact, it had always been my fantasy to not only see Susan topless at the beach, but to see her getting. So later on i goes to the bathroom to take a leak a the guy walks in and take a leak and he starts talking first about sports and stuff, and then he asked me did i like watching him and my wife on the dance floor i said yes and even said that it looked really hot and sexy and he flat out asked me was i referring to the time that him and his buddy had sandwiched her so i could see how it would be if i after wanted to share her, and i don't know what came over me but the next thing i said was.