"Wow, very nice...I like her...what a nice present you'vegiven me."Rachel shook her head. "I appreciate that you like her...but" Shut the fuck up bitc.... I have as much dirt on you as you do onme...now; I'm taking your 'sister' out for some fun. Do you have anyobjections?" he threatened."When will you bring her back?" asked Rachel cautiously. This wasgetting quickly out of hand quickly."When I'm done with her, bitch" he replied. "What do you care? You twoturned her into a slut; I'm just. And yes, I’m trying to ... be more forgiving, more understanding, less prudish, less self-righteous and sanctimonious. A truce? At long last?” Mom pleaded with Dad.“Truce. Thank you for that ... Jessie. Anyway, who’s your gentleman caller? I guarantee you, man, if I were straight or even bi, I’d be envious as fuck. Sorry, bad language,” Dad blushed a bit, not sounding like a superior court judge at all right then.“It’s cool, Daddy!” Tricia shouted as she somersaulted to him and then hugged him. At this point we were both looking at her feet in my wife’s shoes; she wiggled her toes in them and purposely flexed them to where her heels would pop in and out of the backs of the shoes. She commented on how soft felt and how she loved how they matched her out fit. I proceeded to sit down and we continued with our conversation.It took a few minutes but after a while her feet must have started sending signals to her brain that it was time to play. I really couldn’t see what she was doing but I. " Monica dived down followed by the Fairy. They got into the bag.They waited in mounting impatience, then the man raised his hand. Awaitress waved back, heading that way."Another sir?" No, I had best call it a night." He pulled out a twenty, handing it toher. "The rest is yours, ma'am." Why thank you, sir!" She picked up his empty glass as she sashayed backtoward the bar.The man stood, picking up the bag, hanging it like a purse. He passed arunning Hispanic man, ignoring him. He walked up the.