I mean, ma." You're welcome, Cully."Gave me a kiss on the cheek."Good luck, Dale."Turned loose my arm-stalked away like an old Gypsy woman.Later durin... my dance with mother I told her what she's said. "Well, Dale, you're no picnic, son."---------Left hand Girl wrung in and out. Right hand she wrung her clitoris."Oh, fuck, Cully. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"She bellowed, top of her lungs. Faster and faster each hand raced."FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"The screams at orgasm almost frightening. "She disregarded my apology, probably knowing I was not being sincere. "You lied to me. You led me to believe that I was number twenty-five on your list." It was an oversight, Kelley. You wanted the list, and I supplied it without checking it over the way I should have. Tammy completely slipped my mind." Are you keeping your list up to date? How many have there been since me?"Her line of questioning was beginning to irritate me. "What do you want, Kelley?" I want to know what number I would be. SHE PUT HER FINGER TO HER LIPS TO MOTION ME TO NOT SPEAK, PEERED ACROSS THE LANDING AT MY sister’S BEDROOM DOOR WHICH WAS CLOSED, CLOSED MY DOOR BEHIND HER AND WALKED OVER TO ME AND SAT DOWN ON MY BED. ‘WHY HAVE YOU GOT MY UNDERWEAR ON?’ SHE ASKED, LIKE I WAS ABLE TO GIVE A RATIONAL ANSWER! ‘I’M SORRY’ I SAID, ‘I SAW THEM WHEN I WAS IN KAREN’S ROOM EARLIER AND THOUGHT I’D LIKE TO TRY THEM ON.’ WHAT ELSE COULD I SAY? IT WAS OBVIOUS. TRISH TO MY ASTONISHMENT DID NOT LOOK ANNOYED OR ANGRY QUITE. " Mark Stewart."Manny liked his grip, strong without being overpowering, the shake of a man confident in his own abilities."Come into the office, Mr. Stewart, let me explain what I need."They went into a surprisingly neat but cluttered office. Posters adorned the walls, mostly of fighters in the gym. He pointed to one.A tall blond in fighting attire, holding her fist up and glowering. The logo read: Bettina "Betty Bang Bang" Burke. He wondered what she looked like when she smiled."That's her..