She pulled her mini skirt back down in place and then we got out and went into my house.Fergie said, “Why don’t we just get you into bed.”I poin...ed the way and she took me in. She helped me get undressed too and sat me on my bed as if I were an invalid. Then I watched as Fergie got undressed. She had certainly grown up to be a very attractive young woman. It was obvious that she took after her mother instead of the couch. He looked like a big old wrestler from what I remembered. He was sort of. The Marshall was a popular haunt for guys to ogle the four cage dancers or take up a public or private lapdance usually egged on by their mates. Fay had told Jack that the Marshall had a reputation, the gossip was scurrilous of private sex parties with some of the dancers. Its reputation was also tempered by the occasional and unannounced visit of the local constabulary to give the place the once over. This gave it an air of danger and the rumours gave it a frisson of sexual excitement. The. "Right? I mean, Literotica is cool and all, but this place is fuckin' dope. Hands down."If we had hands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What. She found that the disc seemed to be what was expected, so she reported such to her boss. He jubilantly reported the fact to his boss, and an impromptu party was held in the executive suite. The champagne flowed like water, and everybody got soused. I scanned all of the executives and we headed home.Back in Dothan, I found out that Dad had been signaled when the disc had been checked the first time. The address reported to him was the address of the mansion, so we knew that much of the software.