’ Angie huffed, tilting back her beer. ‘Sometimes, I am,’ she said. A forlorn look crossed her face. ‘Jeez, Dan, these kids . . . I mean, even...at my school . . . these kids come from good homes, rich homes, most of them . . . but they’re still fucked up. I feel like I’m their mother half the time. Or, not even their mother. More like a sex counselor.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Angie fell back in her seat, cradling the beer bottle against her chest. She had opened her jacket, since the heat was. This was not a good idea, she was starting to believe with all her heart, and she searched her mind for clever stratagems she could use to get herself and Kate outta here!Alabama was blasting from the jukebox and banging balls clattered on the pool table. The bartender brought the girls refills. Kate clinked her glass against Trish's and said, "Don't look now, baby, but I think adventure is coming your way."Tricia turned, just as a hand touched her knee. Most of her legs were bare, due to the. She said, "I know you are straight. If it was you who was the lesbian, you would be in your own stateroom getting fucked in the ass by Paul."I undressed slowly, pleading the whole time, "Please don't do this to me." She praised me for taking so long to undress which heightened her anticipation. As soon as I was undressed, she came over and kissed me. I was disgusted and tried hard not to let her open my lips with her tongue. She slapped my face and said "Loosen up or you will be sorry." Her. Tuck sat back and started watching the band playing when he heard a soft feminine voice with a distinct Mexican-Texas sounding accent behind him say, “Here is that cold beer you ordered.”Tuck sat up in his seat as he saw standing there before him handing him his cold beer was a true vision of beauty, a dark haired goddess.“I thought I’d help Norine out and deliver your beer,” said the beautiful young Latino lady.“I’m Paula and I haven’t seen a stranger in here in at least a year,” she said.Tuck.