“If that waitress thinks I am starving you, or being cruel to you, then it reflects upon me. If she thinks that I am traveling with three crazy bitc...es then it reflects upon me.”“You are traveling with three crazy bitches, Sir,” my daughter added.Mike smiled at her joke. Then he calmly made her stand up next to me. “You don’t talk without permission. You speak when spoken to. You can stand next to your Mom, and reflect upon your lack of respect at the table. You don’t get to just spout off. And I didn't wear jewelry, either, so I couldn't pacify them with any bling. I tried to tell them this.I guess they finally figured it out--but, by that point, I was lying on the ground in agony, blood coming out of my mouth. They worked me over good. All they got was that twenty bucks, my watch, and my credit card.Oh, and my cell phone. So I couldn't even call for help.I wasn't going to be able to move. They did something to my ribs and I could barely breathe. My head was spinning--they'd. He had reached around her and unclasped the bra which snapped in the middle of her front. She was not wearing panty hose. Her panties were somewhere between old-maid and Victoria's Secret. Her black lace panties were not as skimpy as a thong. The back and front panels stopped just below her belly button. They had a wisp of elastic that joined the front and back.Conrad reached his hands into them. She covered his hands with hers. It had been a long time, and she wasn't sure anymore quite how to. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, went back to my room and sat in a chair with a raging hard on drinking my beer and staring at the wonderful outfit laid out before me. I drank a couple more beers and smoked a half a joint while watching some porn. Remember we are college guys so there was no shortage of booze, weed and porn around our apartment. I sat there for about an hour and finally decided it was time. I went and took a nice hot shower, dried off and blew dry my hair. I blew my.