“No,” Cindy countered, “Let’s go somewhere else.” “Where?” I asked. “What about your place?” Cindy replied. “But you don’t date ...uys from work,” I replied. Cindy smiled. “There is always the exception to the rule,” Cindy replied. Damn. We jumped into my truck. I wanted to rape her right then and there, but decided to play it cool. Garth Brooks spilled from the radio and I quickly turned it off. “No, no, no,” Cindy replied, “I like Garth.” I switched the radio back on. Cindy smiled as she laid. I had to be merely content with shoving the crumpled bill into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her tits and stuck the twenty in front of her nipple. "Sober me" would not have done that, but "drunk me" thought it was an incredible idea. Of course, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a feel on the way in or out. Well, as gentlemanly as you can be when stuffing a twenty into a pair of 36DD tits.Once the bill was tucked safely inside her bra, she turned back to her car. Mandy's bringing Beverly and her mother," Rebecca said as Mark came around the bar to stand near her.Prinz found it difficult to engage in small talk, for, as he gazed at Rebecca's lush curves through the thin material of her gown, he realized fully how much he was looking forward to seeing her engage in an act of sex with her daughter."That... that should be them now," he replied and lifted his glass.Mark sensed the tightness in the others and crossed the room to dim the lights even further.. I'm working for a creepy old guy I can't stand and who's name, I belatedly realized, I didn't even know. Cash is convenient that way. I was searching, without knowing why, for a beautiful blonde who was quite probably off her rocker and possibly involved in a cult. A blonde who everyone seemed to be convinced was in the area still when logic would say she'd be on the East Coast or something by now. A blonde who might not even be a blonde now. Might have dyed her hair, might have cut it, might.