She was an intelligent woman and I guess she could tell the signs. She smiled so beautifully and, placing her hide on the settee so provocatively, and...patting the seat next to her, indicating her invitation to join her, I already felt like putty in her hands and at that moment of time I was willing to do anything with her, the way she sat crossed legged, showing those attractive knees, those curvy legs wrapped in sheer black stockings. Me imagining – as ny healthy guy would, that she was. He says ok baby have fun bring me back some of your love juice. Just then the door bell rings I go to the door and Curt is there I say goodbye but Curt says Wow Bitch you looking good lets go inside as we going back in the house he slaps my ass now that gets me in full slut mood we go to the living room and he sits down has me sit on his lap now wes is watching tv Curt says to him your slut wife is looking so hot for me and starts rubbing my legs now he has my husband full att he pulls me to. I answered questions for another hour from four agencies.Then there was the news conference that the agencies did to go through the motions. All the national media got the prime spots to the front with the local people shuffled to the far back.The girls and I stood behind all the dignitaries as far back as we could get while they made speeches. Then I listened to the questions from the prime time media.Was this attack tied to the Middle East? Where did they get the funds to carry it out? How. ’ ‘And I thought my band name was cheesy.’ ‘How did you get stuck with a name like that anyway?’ Jack smiled wryly. ‘Kenny came up with it. Ron and Dean liked it so much I was overruled,’ he said. The Undertakers were finishing their set, and ‘Lady’ was thanking the crowd and announcing they’d be there every Friday and Saturday night. Jack smiled eyeing the skin at the small of her back between her jeans and vest. He was going to be in town for the next few weeks working on songs for his.