“Women who are in love ... whatever that means!” She took a breath. “Women who aren’t going to be ruined by being the laughing stock of the wh...le town ... who won’t lose their jobs!““Do you want me to marry you?” His head tilted, like he was interested in her answer. It stunned her.“No, i do not want you to marry me!“ she yelled.“Drink your milk,” he said calmly, his head straightening up.“What?” She looked for some meaning in his comment, but couldn’t think of any.“Drink your milk,” he. Yesterday on the second group meeting she was wearing this red satin bow blouse, black tight pants and she was on 5inch heels black shoes. She had full make up on. I couldn't resist and i started rubbing her back with my both hands while she was standing as i was standing behind her. I said to her "Your back is so sore". She said that community center is on her work to home route and that she attends our group meetings straight from work and that she is always exhausted. Then the meeting. Two hours later Wilkins found her surrounded by a half-dozen young men, half of them in uniform, the first glass she had been given still in her hand, still half full."Time to go," he said with a grin.She smiled at him and introduced the men, going right around the circle and getting every single name, even the Slavic and Polish ones, dead on. Wilkins shook hands and dragged her away as the men protested.In the car, Vixen leaned back against the soft leather and sighed. "At least a dozen men. "There was a dead silence. Finally one newspaper reporter asked, "Do you mean your father?"Before the reporter could finish his question, Amanda grabbed Mark's arm and pulled him toward the house. "The interview is over. You got your story." The excited reporters left.As they walked back into the house, Mark complained, "Amanda, why did you stop me? I wanted to tell them what a hypocritical monster he really is." Babe, read tomorrow's headlines. You won't be sorry I shut you up. Your father.