She took notes as we discussed items. Ultimately as Julie surmised their organization and the Hell's Angels had nothing in common except prostitution....Real estate had no commonality: the Angels owned downtown property and Julie owned spaces on the rim. Other financial interests couldn't be tied together: Julie avoided drugs at all cost while the Angels thrived on them both personally and commercially. Angels weren't thieves. Any invasion involved violent purposes, revenge mostly, while Julie's. The Browardmobile without a Broward in it was following my love.Once we got to the hospital, we had to separate. The ambulance only could use the emergency entrance. By the time we got organized in the parking lot and went into the emergency room, Tammy's mom sat alone on a bench, her face buried, so lonely, so lost while one of her babies was hurting. All she could tell us was Tammy hadn't moved at all on the trip.Steve's dad, the Chief of Police, had followed us over from the meet, and. Roughly, he said you need a good sized cock, both in length and girth to make a woman happy. He said women, despite what they may say, like fucking, ass fucking, and cock-sucking. And he said that to warm up a woman to any kind of sexual activity, you have to be good at eating pussy." Having said that and I am assuming that he practiced what he said, my mother always told Mildred that she was happy with my father in bed. And, believe me, my mother's specific opinions about good sex have been. 'Fuckingggggg Hellllll Mariel', his long drawn exclamation, breathed heavily under his breath, told me he was seeing what I intended, I smiled to myself, looking out the window, 'Remind me to buy you sexy underwear, for your fifteenth birthday Mariel, I turned and looked across at him, bathed in sunlight, I smiled demurely, 'No need Uncle Joe, I prefer to be naked around you', then I added to his original question, 'Yes I do know some horny girls, remember, all my friends are of bleeding age,.