‘I don’t care Jenny, I’m not going to take Paul’s place, he was in the band long before I showed up.’ ‘Paul is dragging this band down, ev...ryone fucking knows it, shit I’m not that great, but even I sound better than that prick.’ ‘There is nothing wrong with your singing Jenny, you sound great.’ ‘Yeah girl, I agree,’ piped in Laura. ‘Well I’m okay, but I will never be an Ann Woodland, but I know that and I can live with it. That’s what makes me so angry, you have the fucking talent, but you. Seeing the girl daily and just to be at the front bay window when the Gundelow and Sons van chuntered by having collected Trish, gave him at least some satisfaction that the firm’s traditions were being upheld and he would have considerable satisfaction watching the video Alf would give him. Pure coincidences do happen he mused. He had moaned about the gang of four girls several time to Alf.Doreen Randewick, a retired spinster doctor had seen Trish climb into a horribly dirty van and thought. She pulled me inside and locked the door behind us."Okay Bailey, what is it that is so important?"She set her drink down on the top of the toilet tank and said:"I've watched you watch me for years and I've always known what you were fantasizing about. You would imagine me doing this" and she reached for my belt buckle. I was so surprised that she had my belt undone and my zipper halfway down before I got my shit together and grabbed her hands."Why are you stopping me? You know you want it.". "Yes! You horny sod! Yes!" she said, smiling in spite of herself. We once were treated to a very pleasurable sex marathon after warming up on an evening of Melissa's pungent descriptions of sexual likes and dislikes."OK, OK, I'm going. You can't blame me for trying to lead you down that path once more, can you?" I squeezed one of Jody's buns, feeling the skirt slide over silky panties. "I'm going!"I like to shop for steaks at a little old-fashioned meat market on a back street nearby. Gino is a.