Like, what was I going to say? 'I've been screwing your mom, hope you don't mind'? I just couldn't. And it wasn't exactly true either. I mean, she stu...k her tongue in my pussy once and made me come and then she rubbed her pussy in my face, and she stuck her fingers in my pussy once and spanked my ass but it's not like I did anything really. It's not like with Lucy's mom, and I was never going to tell Lucy anything. And that hadn't happened for a long time anyway now. And I thought; Forget about. I imagine it was a popular place when the people in Chino knew what the hell an old English pub was. It was probably the kind that could be found anywhere near the ports of Liverpool. If Liverpool has ports. Come to think of it, I don't have a clue as to where in England Liverpool actually is, and I guess that's the point. One day the owner would wake up and convert it into a twenty-four hour taco bar. In this town, that would be a fucking gold mine.One thing was certain, the owner wasn't. .. everything I need to replace my wardrobe." Hmmm." Margot lifted a rubber corset. "But if it was she who'd pulledthis, she must have known how little it would actually hurt you! Sowhy...?" Well," I decided, "we can worry about that later. Time now to get somedinner." Sighing a little with distaste, I picked up the clothing I'dworn on the flight."Ugh." Margot wrinkled her nose. "The pants and shirt are all right - Iguess - but those knickers and undershirt are just too soiled and smellyfrom. Of course,” she smiled, “it’s going to be tricky to arrange it because I’ll be in Seattle.”“Where are we now?” I asked apprehensively.“Well, you admitted you were wrong, you admitted you acted like a fucking idiot, and you agreed that you needed to fix it. That’s a start. What are you going to do about all the girls?”“Narrow it down to a couple. The more I think about it, the less I think Joyce is a viable option. You’re right that she can’t accept me for who I am. Beth is off the table, though.