“Remember what we talked about,” he chided, “you can’t paint all of the Rask with the same brush. Especially not in the meeting. They’re a p...oud people,” he added, “and we may be able to use that against them. By now, the news that they’re going to be under investigation has no doubt reached the Rask Matriarchy, and likely their council member too. Regardless of whether they’ve actually broken their agreements or not, the mere fact that they’ve been accused of doing so is going to piss them off. If you’ve never seen a 350-pound woman glide across a hotel ballroom floor in heels, you need to; it’s somehow the most graceful thing in the world.I stood there gawking and gawping for a few minutes, then felt a hand on my shoulder and on the small of my back. They belonged to Janet, a Latina woman around age 42 who was nearly spherical. She introduced herself and asked me to dance.Before I could really respond, we were cutting a rug on the dance floor, and she was GOOD. The DJ. ”“I know, right? It's almost like he's drunk on it.”“Oh, I guess I shouldn't pick on him too much, but it is funny. Have you got his little bottle of swimmers?”Brittany tapped the small sample jar she had wedged down into her cleavage.“Right here. Gotta keep them warm, you know.”Lisa laughed at where Brittany had stowed the bottle.“I bet it's not the first time he's left a load between your titties.”Brittany blushed but never wanted to let Lisa get the better of her.“Just a shame it's in the. ’ She replied. With my arm around her, we headed for the door. ***** When I unlocked and opened the door to my old truck, Carol asked, ‘Do you think my car will be safe here?’ I chuckled and told her, ‘A few drunken cars are always left in a bars parking lot. It’s a law of nature or something and the local cops are pretty good at keeping an eye on them.’ She laughed and said, ‘Well, my car’s not drunk, although I do have a pretty good buzz going.’ She leaned in and lightly kissed me before she.