" Oh." She smiled again. "Darla helped us take down our booth in Phoenix, and Mr. Welch ask me to check if she wanted to earn some extra money again."...Yes, I remember know. Do you work for Jason Welch?" Welch was a manufacturer who worked his own booth at trade shows. He owned Southwest Pottery, an account Carol had tried to attract for years. Denise must be one of the showgirls Welch hired as eye candy for the shows. He certainly picked a winner with this one, Carol added silently, though. Fresh ho kr aate bua boli main changelr lu fir tere room main so jate hai fir subah jana hai,wo change kr rhi thi or main kitchen main se vapis aaya to bua ne shirt to change kr li thi but salwar nhi daali thi abhi main room main enter ho chuka tha but unhone mere sahmne he salwar pehni or main unki gand or legs dekhta reh gya.Cahnge krke wo bed pe aa gyi or normal baatein krne lag gye. Maine pucha sab kaise hai ghar pe or unhone job ka pucho. Bua woli shaadi ka kyaplan hai ladki dekh ke jana. Maybe before the war, back when the worst thing she and Arthur had had to worry about was if they had enough money to buy Ronald a new set of robes and not have to resort to hand-me-downs like they feared they would in the long run.Possibly not even then.It had been so long since she and Arthur had done anything more than kiss each other goodnight that she couldn’t be sure. Not right now anyway. Not right now especially.Not with her pussy all but dripping with how wet she was, her son’s best. He had had such a wonderful experience, and could not believe that this wonderful experience hadn't been mutually appreciated. Lynzi went back to Tink's house, changed clothes, and went home.He avoided the French Quarter for nearly a week, finally deciding to head back to see Tink for his hormone supply. He didn't know what to think. "Hi ya, Tink" he meekly called from behind. Tink turned, "Lynzi! Where the hell have you been!" Lynzi wasn't certain whether he was upset or not, but Tink.