I had been injured enough times in my life to understand the value of staying on schedule with painkillers. Consequently, I slept a great deal that ev...ning.I had spent enough time sleeping the evening before, so that I was very hungry that last morning. I was way past ready to eat when the teenager came for us. I was ready to suggest that we get up and leave. During the twenty minute wait, Marty stayed on his fancy phone, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was losing my good mood during that. Mr. Rocca didn’t look pleased that I had spit my drink on him, but it really wasn’t my fault. “What the fuck is wrong with you Tatum?” he snapped. “Are you denying you fucked her?” I was still gasping for air when he said, “Yes I am. I told you, Clint was a sleaze-bag and the cop was trying to get this poor girl to sign a confession she didn’t understand. If she had been guilty, she wouldn’t be here now.” I finally was able to catch my breath and said, “Mr. Rocca talked to Mr. Hoskins on my. The festive mood belied the whimsical gravitas of the risqué competition. Zack gave a last tune-up to Abby, the first model in line. She was dressed in a lady’s black tuxedo: spike heels, dark hose, satin booty shorts, sheer white blouse and unbuttoned topcoat. Her straight blond bangs were trimmed below her eyebrows, dark eye shadow surmounting her deep brown eyes. Zack reached inside the open coat flaps, palming Abby’s hefty braless tits through the silky shirt. He bounced the full masses in. “I NEVER do this at home, Babe,” I said in self-defense. “I’ll split and carry wood when we’re done eating to work it off.”“You know that’s not sufficient, Tiger.”“Consider this my weekly dessert,” I said.“And the maple ice cream you had last night when we got here? And you’ll have tonight?”“Jess,” Kara teased, “we’ll just have to make sure he works it ALL off!”“You two are insatiable!” Bethany laughed, coming into the kitchen with Tom.“What’s ‘in-say-shu-bul’, Aunt Bethany?” Birgit asked.ALL.