They took their time having repeated tender, light kisses, their heartbeats surging. “Please feel my breast,” she asked softly. Scott did as asked... and the others watched as his right hand slipped under Vicky’s top.“Mmmm, that feels nice,” she sighed. “I need you to give me a good fuck Scott.”“And I need to fuck you too Vicky,” he panted, kissing her again.“But when?”“I don’t know.”“Okay you two, why don’t you just go and get a hotel room!” Abby yelled, and everyone laughed. “Looks like you. Don’t worry about the airfare to Los Angles, buying clothes, or paying for a hotel. We will, of course, pick up the entire cost for your V.I.P. dining experience with the candidate and the star.” “Fifteen dollars? That’s not so much,” I reasoned. I had already decided that I was going to cast my first vote for this guy anyway. I had even stood up at the caucus in February and declared myself for him (my attendance there sealed my ‘A’ in Mr. Harrington’s civics class). I entered my credit card. She was basically homeless, living with her parents at age forty-two. She had no income. She did have a six-year-old vehicle, but only used it to search for work. She had exhausted her unemployment benefits, but she had tried diligently to apply for work, not only in her home town, but further afield as well with no success.I found a state program where she could enter a treatment facility to be evaluated. That would at least tell Randy what his mother's underlying problem could be. It might be. "No but that seemed a boring enough dialogue to run the kid off. So what's up?" Blevins asked."Jerome White, is on the radar. What do you know about him." I asked."I know he is a nasty piece of work. At the moment all he is known for around the station is being a bully. He moved into the project after he got out of prison. He was inside for a couple of years on an armed robbery beef. When he got out he just waltzed to the top of the project's waiting list. Been there over a year and spent most.