”“Where the Hell have you been?” she asked, sounding half-angry and half-terrified.“I’m at a friend’s House,” I said. “I wasn’t plan...ing on staying the night, but apparently the ritual to forge the bond between us knocked me out.” I looked at Dana. “Apparently, no one could wake me up either.”“Oh, thank God.” She said, sounding immensely relieved. “Sheriff Dalton has been trying to reach you. Apparently, there were more shootings last night.”“Dalton’s out of the hospital?” I asked.“Yes,” she. We needed something to draw in the young boater crowd. One day I had a great idea!!! Why not spice up the place with some scantily clad young waitress/barmaids to tease the younger boater crowd we desperately needed to keep our business. I knew Susan was a typical bored housewife and would go for it. I asked two other of my friends Sasha and Sandy, if they would be willing "spice up" the atmosphere in our bar by waitressing in shorts and very small bikini’s.Susan agreed immediately. Sasha a. I was a 'C' cup for sure and almost a 'D', so the were full bodied and appeared even a little bit heavy even though I was only a 34. His eyes popped out and down too. 'My God. My fucking God, you're beautiful. Fuck. Fuck did I ever pick right when I chose you. Fuck, Julie, your tits are fucking fantastic and done for.' I hated the sound of that. What woman in her right mind wouldn't. What in earth did he mean by 'done for'? 'Give me your sweater. Hand it here.' . But if Diana is correct, it might be something else as well."He caressed her breast, cupping it and rubbing a thumb gently over the nipple. "Whatever it is, I like it. There's something special about drinking your milk. I can think of few things that are more intimate. I've always been hesitant to talk to other men about nursing, though. Some of them would probably laugh at me, but ... well you know how much I used to nurse you when you had milk for our kids."Adriana gently kissed his lips..