She did her job without smiling even once, and no-one cared if she was there or not. No applause followed her as she left the stage and no-one asked h...r to sit down with them. No-one was that desperate for company. Ten minutes passed before the next girl came on, this time presented by the DJ: ‘Welcome Miss Demeanor!’ he shouted and a few of the men at least turned around to face the stage. Miss Demeanor’s real name was Emma which Daniel knew: a girl who had ran away from home when she was 15,. Chloe was still at his side as the other two headed off to stow their stuff when Stephen felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and there was the stunningly beautiful and naked Latoya Carter in all her ebony beauty. Her skin was still shiny from the perspiration generated from her workout and she looked fantastic. Chloe and Latoya both noticed Stephen’s cock give a pulse of approval inside his shorts.“Oh you sexy man” began Latoya scanning Stephen’s powerful and still shirtless body. “I’m. What the fuck?My son was no Faggot.. a word I hated for its derogatory associations. He was the starting quarterback of his high school football team, he'd been offered full ride scholarships to a dozen big name schools, and was dating, as stereotypical as you can get, his high school's head cheerleader (yes, she was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell).He must have been wrongfully texted.But to be sure, I called out, wanting to see how he reacted, "Ben, your phone just rang."Ben came into the. The photos on Molly's desk stared at me. I wondered if Molly's brother was older or younger than Molly. I wondered if Mel Gibson was his dad, too. I wondered if the man lifting the little girl onto the horse was really Mel Gibson. Even if it was Mel Gibson, that didn't mean he was her father. I eased Molly's top drawer open, just enough to see if that letter she'd been writing was still there. It was, covered partly by a small soft tangle of cassette tape. Gently I brushed the tape to the side..