There are five other guys sitting there with me and that should be enough to keep you out on the floor until you are ready to leave." No offense, but ...he girls who sit at your table have a reputation and it is not a reputation that Susan and I wish to acquire." Then why did you come over and get me?" Because you are the only one at that table who doesn't get up and make trips out to the parking lot with the girls that sit there with you." So you think I'm safe; is that it?" Can we just say that. To me, at least, it was freedom. I love The Kitten, I really do. She's a particularly happy baby, partly -- we are convinced -- because we are there when she wants us. But...Even when Bob's home and actually responsible, I listen for her cry. Even when she is sleeping, she might wake up and need something -- comforting if nothing else. "Whee!" I said. "I feel like I'm playing hooky." If I feeled like that, I'd be playing feeled hooky." That this pun sounded funny to me at the time demonstrates. She should have just kept her mouth shut, but the way that Blake preyed after every female that walked through the door got on her nerves. It didn’t look good for their company or any of them as owners. She’d already received complaints from straight women who thought Blake had been a little too friendly. It needed to stop, and Denise had told her as much. Blake had the medical bag in one hand and peroxide and towels in the other. She sat everything down on the bench next to Denise and. " Susan punched him on the arm. "Nope, sorry guys, but you don't get any till she comes back; isn't that right, Jean?"Giggling, Jean blushed, "Damn, Susan! That's like cutting our own throat. That's why we come out here, is to fuck them senseless before we take them home. Oh, and while I'm thinking - Susan, Peter said last night he done you doggie in the boat and you about turned the boat over."Red faced, Susan blurted out, "That dumb boat isn't exactly an aircraft carrier, and mister wild man.