There was and older gentleman buying drinks for us gurls to see who would go over and sit with him at the bar when it was my turn for the invite i wal...ed over and thanked him for the drink with a little pick on the chick he said your welcum why don't you sit with me i sid O K but not a the bar so he took my hand and led me over to one of the booths along the wall. we sat and he introduced himself has sam and he was in san diego on business that the taxi driver recomended this place to see some. Throwing in a half hearted swinger joke every now then saying they’re so similar they should swap and see how similar they really were. To my shock my Mom was actually amused with his antics, egging him on for more. Aunt April had the same attitude however something was off. I would find her throwing me these deep looks with those blue eyes and little almost secret smiles. It was like she was smiling at me to see if I thought Uncle Dan’s jokes were funny using that as an excuse, but then end. We went to lunch a few times and then dinner and ... Maybe a bit more.”“How much more, Cheryl? Did you fuck him?”Mr. Supportive decided to become Mr. Protective. “Hey, there’s no need for...”“Shut your fucking mouth. The next time you speak without being spoken to I’m going to grab my bat and cave in your skull, understand me, Mr. Conversations? Nod your head if we’re clear.”He nodded.“Answer my question, Cheryl. You set up lunches, you set up dinners, didja set up any scenes for sex? We know. Telling her, he had heard some things and if she could come by after school Monday, he could counsel her, in privet. She showed up to find the place dark, no one was in the office but the preacher’s son. He was sitting at the front desk; he led her right in to see his Dad, the Preacher. The Preacher was seated behind his desk, with this weird grin on his face, she heard the door shut and lock. As the Preacher stood she saw he wasn’t wearing paints and had a raging hard-on, having heard the door.