. uuhh . ." (Shit! he almost said no fucking! 'Freudian slip dick-brain', he mentally chided himself) "and no father to be a wet blanket." Trent sav...d the moment from being awkward. His mom knew what he meant by that, their relationship was sometimes strained by his pop's butting in where he didn't have any business being involved. But since she had kicked her big ape of a spouse out for his philandering ways, the paternal parent was less of a monkey-wrench; not that his 'tool' was any less. “That really is it, Lisa! I wasn’t as good as Marc was, and you didn’t really get as much from being with me as you did with him.” Jeray’s facial expressions seemed to say he was just realizing something he had not known before. And, his little scam was working on Lisa.“Well, you know what Lisa, I guess I am a lot younger and have a lot more to learn about everything. I totally misread you. I thought you enjoyed our night as much as I did. And, the reality is that Marc is a much more. “Come in, Prime Minister, come in!” replied the equally elegant young lady formally as she rose from behind her desk to greet her guest.The man stepped forward and waited as the doors behind him closed before continuing, “I have the results of the Capacity, Aptitude and Potential tests our children undertook, Ma’am.”Her Majesty Queen Beatrice the First, Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland looked at the Prime Minister and smiled nervously, “Well, don’t keep me. As strippers. You need to find them one near here they could work at once in a while. I’d even dance there on the right night – with the right makeup and a wig.” She shimmied her sexy body at me. “Maybe it’s time for Jean Jax to make a return appearance.”I tried to remember the conversation I’d had with the girls about their early careers. “I think you’re right. I got so into the video idea that I think I missed a few parts of that conversation. I like your idea of a club near here.”Brita said,.