" You may rest assured, dear Betty, that I will always wear that mail whenever I go out to chase the bad guys. After all, I don't want me to die any m...re than you do!" Jason smiled at this, and Betty did too. Betty didn't forget the incident, but did stop nagging about it.The next day, Jason put on some workingman's type of clothes and went to survey the building at 313 Easom St. He wandered around as if he were just another idler killing time until a gambling house or cheap brothel opened for. Jennifer was a gymnast, and her nickname was Thumper.A wet dream waiting to happen. A cheerleader and a gymnast. Except... "Jennifer's a gymnast?" Was. She quit when she started putting on weight."Jennifer was an inch or two shorter than me, and probably outweighed me by a good twenty pounds. It must be like that line in the old James Garner western, 'Puberty hit her hard.'"So Diana sings?" Better than me. Almost as good as Paula."I smiled. Things were looking up. "Do you happen to know where. ’ She narrowed eyes and smiled. ‘Didn’t notice?’ ‘Yes, of course!’ Ryan said, although he hadn’t really noticed before since he rarely bothered checking for litter anywhere. It just wasn’t a priority of his. ‘Yep. Yep. Clean as a whistle.’ She nodded, pulling her upper lip between teeth for a moment as she ran her gaze around. Then, with a smile, she looked at him. ‘And we islanders would really like to keep it that way, if you know what I mean?’ Ryan frowned with a curious smile. Then he. “Nice” Sara said under her breath. “Are you currently sexually active?” Sara asked while she looked at Jill’s vagina. “Umm by how do you mean?” Jill asked back knowing that it has been years since she last had sex. “Are you having sexually intercourse?” Sara asked. “Umm no” Jill responded softly. “Do you masturbate?” Sara asked now using her fingers to spread open Jill’s vagina to look at the inner side of it. Jill was in a rut and it has been a while since she has pleased herself so with Sara.