We need to hire some dancers for entertainment."The other guy chimed in. "We need some really friendly girls, if you know what I mean."Peg smiled. "...'ve got the girls for you, then." She gestured at the Griff and Ike on the stage. "Now how many do you need?"The guys looked at each other, stunned. This was too easy. "Um, we were thinking about ten to twelve?"Peg laughed. "How many guys will be at the party?" she asked.They guys looked at each other again, confused. "About fifty," they. No matter how often she adjusted her Levis the seam below her fly still drew up into her crotch and her labia molded into the material which drove him crazy. Sometimes she would tie her shirt at the bottom which showed her midriff and navel. He liked the shirt better because it always showed more of her cleavage as well. And her sandwiches always seemed so much better than his mom’s. Their conversation was always engaging and sometimes playful. Calculus was harder than he thought but his tutor. We'll talk more, but for now, what about the Gunny? Would he know the answer, or who to ask? Discreetly?"Lynne thought about it for a moment or two, and then nodded. "I'll get him to give me the phone number for Deb, and no, you don't know her, or Lenore's mom. They'll help, too. They helped me get into this..." Lynne's self-honesty rose up, and she amended her last thought. "But I'm responsible for the mess." We don't have to tell him why we need the number, Lynne," Denise said,. ‘Grantley Benson, I’m Cassandra’s partner.’ ‘I don’t know you, Cassandra is not here so don’t bother to call again, ever.’ She hung up. I took a cab to her parent’s house. I had been ringing the doorbell and banging on the door for some five minutes when a police patrol car arrived. ‘Please come with us sir, we don’t want to have to resort to force to remove you.’ I went with them. I placed an ad in the local newspaper. A journalist from the local TV station saw the ad and saw a story there so.