"Lift your shirt, show me!"Lauren looked at the floor between them, gathering the long shirt tails and bunching them at the side. She tried to look do...n at herself but her balance suffered."Take your knickers off!"Lauren fumbled, trying to keep the shirt up while using her other hand to slip the material over her hips. Eventually, her knickers tumbled to the floor and she stood there, now frightened at the tone of the woman's voice and her plans for their evening's entertainment. Her hand. "What I couldn't live with is if this caused a rift between you and your mother." How can she complain?" asked Mandy. "She's had you all these years. Is it so strange that I want you too?" Sweety you're sixteen," he reminded her gently."And she was sixteen too ... right? And next year I'll be seventeen, and then eighteen. Just like she was." You'll notice she had a baby," said Bob dryly. "And because of that she didn't get to go to college."Mandy frowned suddenly. "Are you trying to tell me. "There goes Mr. Dingo again, smiley face." (Dingo was the french name for Goofy).Over on the front porch of the house, Jeb gently knocked on the front door."Mr. Curtis, It's Jeb, are you home?" Jeb, of course, wanted him to hear that he was knocking, but at the same time, he didn't want to disturb him in case he was in bed with Joanna. Which was a thought that instantly made his small penis stand up, and filled his mind with images of his beautiful wife in bed with the big black man. Jeb could. The battle outside of LAX, the assault by the cops on me and on Gwen, those got Dean’s hackles up again and, at the end, I could already tell that those fuckers at Global were in for a world of shit.Dean sat there silently for two or three minutes, the rest of us feeling uneasy at the tension radiating from him. Then, with an audible sigh, he twisted his head around on his neck to release tension and I could hear the pops and cracks from where I was sitting.“You did good, all things considered,.