"I was about to make some dinner, are you hungry?" I asked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, very near his lips."Don't make dinner," he answered...."I made some money last weekend helping out a buddy of mine that has a moving company on the side. I want to take you out for a nice dinner. Give me a second to change and we'll go out." Baby, you don't have to do that," I said. "Keep your money. We can eat here, or I can treat."But it was too late. He was already bounding up the stairs. "No. "Oh, Baby you don't think I would just let you go off with someone that I don't know and let you fuck them at will, do you? No Baby, there was a two-way mirror in JT's room. We saw everything." "We, who the hell is 'we'?" I said angrily. "We, meaning Kit and me, my Mom and Dad, my brothers, my sister, other guests in the hotel, oh, and last but not least your dad." "Josh what have you done letting my father watch while I fuck another man, what the hell were you thinking?" I said, as the anger. Titman is getting a little jealous after spending the past 40 years trying to see every set of tits he came into contact with?" chided Pam. "You can see our suits when you get there, but be warned that it would not be wise for you to be too late. We're just a couple of little girls and those neighborhood men are so big and strong!" Mr. Titman?" laughed Rita. "Are you suggesting this pervert has been looking at my fantastic mounds all these years? I never would have guessed it except that Dave. His office is beneath the gymnasium, near the old football field," Laura said. "Out the east doors and to the left, just look for the gym. You can't miss it." Say," Tina paused on her way out of the office. "I was told that Dr. Moore made the funeral arrangements for Barbara Welch ... You wouldn't happen to know about that, would you?" Why yes," she cleared her throat. "I, um ... helped. There was no funeral though, just a memorial service." Oh?" Yeah. Barbara was, uh ... she was cremated,.