That seemed to soothe her expression. “You knew my uncle?”“Well, yeah… I met him back when we—” I was surprised she didn’t remember such...an episode. I sure as hell wasn’t going to forget it. “Back in Colombia. All those years back.”“Really? Wow, when was that?” she said, obviously curious.If she didn’t remember what her uncle had done to her, maybe it was best to leave it at that for the sake of this visit. She was a grown woman now.He certainly still ogled at her—and her sister—, but I only. At last, the blood was coursing through my veins at a pace that became unbearable and I was compelled to unglue my mouth from hers. Still silent, but with love and longing in her eyes, she pressed me into a low chair, and seating herself on the arm, passed her hand behind my head, and looking full into my eyes, whispered my name in accents that were like the sound of a running stream. I kissed her open mouth again and again, and then, feeling that the time had come for some little explanations. "So I tell her again how I didn't realize, and that then I didn't becauseI didn't want to embarrass her and stuff. Then she hugs me! I mean like agood friend hug. I said we should just tell her Mom, and how Ms Y. might already know too.But she is like: "No Way!" and sure her Mom would go ballistic andeverything, and I can't really argue though I know she wouldn't so much. So Lisa wants me to keep (and I tell her it would be 'start') pretendingto be a girl when I go over, and I'm like I don't. In the span of mere seconds, most of the men moved to surround the bar so they could hear what was going on. All eyes were on the table with the three women. Helen swiftly decided that more humiliation would not only punish her captives but it would show the men that Lori and Julia were genuine sluts. She was determined to show the bartender and his buddies that the two sluts were eager and available; the men had nothing to worry about. Helen leaned over so she could whisper in Lori's ear..