Dee Dee,if you want some air, I'm heading out."-.-.-Dana had never seen CeCe angry in the brief time he'd known her. Hewouldn't call her mood wrathful... per se - she was nothing like his fatheron his bad days - but seeing her usual bubbliness replaced withprickliness was worrisome."I mean it's like, fuck, I don't give a shit if they wanna get blastedinto space, or like, if she wants to stuff a brick up her nose orwhatever, right, but like they //also// wanna go clubbing and work the -"CeCe. The kind of people you could meet in here varied from the downright seedy to the fresh-faced curious. There were men looking to enjoy some uncovered flesh but there was a small contingent of women looking to also enjoy the dancers but also to tease the men. Fay said it was as easy as shooting fish in a barrel and Jack had no reason to doubt her at all. At the back of the Marshall were six or so crescent shaped booths to seat eight in comfort with a tall table and high seats. These tables had a. She asked if I would be a dear and rub some sun tan oil on her back. I almost came in my pants just from rubbing her back. She was every teenagers dream MILF. After a few moments of rubbing her back she rolled over and asked me to get her shoulders. As I stood rubbing oil on her shoulders with my crotch inches from her face. She reached up and rubbed my crotch again. She said I see you like feeling my body.... Do I get to feel yours soon? I told her any time she liked I was available. She said. Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse at what it was. The object was small and cylindrical with a tab on its top that reminded her of the pin of a grenade. Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please don’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down and unceremoniously pulled the pin. Joyce backed into the far corner of the booth and into a fetal position..