Heck, Mom. Don't stop that now. I'm having such a good time. I'm having a ball.Mom glanced up at me as she tickled my urinary meatus and jiggled my ch...rning testicles in their wrinkly sack. "I know it does," she said with a smile, "Your Father used to love me doing it for him."Ah, the old man. Stupid Dad. Why the hell did he disappear like that? Why would you not want any more blow jobs from someone who was obviously so dammed good at it like Mom? Come to think of it, Mom had never really. In a way, Louie ‘Scooter’ Libby reminded me of Ollie Chambers. Not physically — Ollie was plump, and Scooter was skinny. But both were pampered and polished and practically gleamed from pomade and talcum powder and close razor-shaves.Scooter was reminiscing about his childhood back in St. Louis when I heard a strangled scream from upstairs.I grabbed my scattergun and raced up, looking both ways for trouble. A plump whore named Wanda-Wanda pointed to my right, “Katie Bly.”I slammed the door open. Happy hour starts down on the beach soon and those volleyball honeys need some company." Just remember David, keep in touch and no out of the country trips." I've got everything I need here in sunny southern California."It looked like my plan to screw with John Wiley had turned out to just what I'd anticipated. The mob guys were not going to be happy that a chunk of their cash was now in some federal facility – I wondered where they would find a space to hold all that cash.That brought me back. ’ he answered as the girls in the back moved closer to him. *** Jezebel drove the car to a deserted area and parked on the side of a dirt road. With knife in hand, she opened the back door and carefully bent down to Jake’s feet. ‘Careful or you’ll get cut.’ she said as she sliced through the ropes wrapped around his legs. When she was done she stood back and pointed the gun back at him. ‘What are you up to you evil girl?’ he almost grinned. ‘Get out of the car.’ she said. As to not increase.