I smoke too much, that's one of the reasons Amy left me. The radio beats on, blessing us with 'The Morning Rush', which is essentially two idiotic...good ol' boys pandering to a tasteless audience. I hate the south east, or at least this little piece of it, which is all I know. Everything is so tacky, so fake. From the hypocritical bible thumpers to the mindless rednecks. It all grates on my nerves and makes me sick with frustration. I'm thrilled when the station finally starts to. She was always beautiful, but this was a side I had only seen in pictures of her. The whole night I would find a way to touch her. I just had to be near her. When the music started pumping and we started dancing, I knew she could feel my dick getting hard against her.The drinks during the concert had helped me push away some nervousness, but the drinks we had at the bar after sent all of our restrictions away. We walked the couple of blocks to the hotel I'd rented. I knew I would be drinking. He was quick to take in the others: two girls, including Jenny, who he paid little attention to. A guy with dark, shaggy hair in the corner seat was too big to be suspected of being at Rudy's window. He was beyond tall, and rather big-boned. Frank decided that there was no way he would have been able to tackle him. Another with curls and bushy eyebrows was too thin, and at least a foot shorter than Frank.That left two. Frank's eyes were first drawn to the mullet-topped guy with dark hair and. " Do I need to take the phone away again? If you're going to be allowed to have one, you can't turn it off when you're away, or let it charge down. I need to be able to get hold of you."Heather approached her father, and put her arms around his neck. "Please don't take it away, Daddy. I promise I'll do better. Please." I can't let this go unpunished," Harold told her."I know Daddy, and you're right. Can you punish me later?" Later?" I'm still a little sore from this afternoon," Heather.