The owners were well known in town and I went to school with their k**s. The bartender in the saloon was a brother of the owner, a ne’er do well wit... a substantial criminal history, a first class dirt bag. He was also my mom’s pimp. He worked my mom and her friend Beverly, also an ex-con after they completed their shifts at the diner/bar. Mommy dearest was able to piece together a rented Airstream trailer in a small trailer park a mile down the road from the truck stop and was able to keep me. Even when Don snatched his baseball cap, Mike never flinched. Then, I saw it coming. I know my husband and I’ve seen him do this more than once. He pretends to be disgusted and begins to turn away, only to come back and slug his victim, right between the eyes. I tried to warn Mike, but I was too weak to call out to him. Dan reared back and hit Mike with everything he had. But Mike didn’t budge, he didn’t even flinch. I looked at Don, and he was more amazed than I. Not only that, but to my tired. She asked l get her a few things. I went round with the stuff and dropped it off. I noticed the k**s weren’t there and she said they’d gone with her mum for the day. She asked me if l could have a look at her washing machine pump. As l was doing this we started chatting about her ex. I knew some of the details, from my wife,but l didn’t know how much he had been abusing her and taking d**gs etc. I’d finished fixing her machine, and l had a cup of tea. We were still chatting about her ex and she. From then on, she was a real sex kitten, just couldn't get enough. She begged me not to get her pregnant, but when I made it clear that was the only way she could keep getting fucked, there was nothing she could do but count the days util her missed period. For the last month of so she has been getting all the usual cravings (pickles by the barrel and pistachio-prune ice cream by the gallon) and is happily knitting little pink booties -- TWO SETS!I'm overjoyed, seeing her waddle around the.