He got a very wicked, dirty smile on his face as he stared at my nipples and areola. "Wow mom! Your tits look great! I love those hard nipples and ...our dark large areola. Dad must love sucking on your tit's and fucking them!" I don't know why I said what I did; perhaps I was just got up in the heat of the moment. "Your dad doesn't fuck my tits. He didn't do it before my job and he does not do it now either. I asked him if he would but he said that it just wasn't his think. When you. The way it worked was the dancer ordered champagne or some other high dollar drink that that we would pay for and then the waitress would bring the dancer ginger ale or soda water - something non-alcoholic that looked like what the dancer had ordered. As soon as the formalities were taken care of and the waitress had gone Kathy said, "You guys going to tell Norm?"Now Norm is a good friend, but Kathy was a friend too and I had no doubt in my mind that Kathy was dancing here because it paid one. "After all, wasn't it my own niece, Annie, the bastard raped first... ?" Did Mark Blakely ride with you last night?" she questioned, interrupting his words."Hell no! That writer friend of his from L.A. did, hoping to get some sort of story, I guess," the Police Chief grunted, taking several steps toward the kitchen then stopping. "But Blakely stuck to his guns, claiming both the posse and me were off-limits invading his jurisdiction. He tried to order us to lay-off and wait for those. All she could think was that no one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So, what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are going to come, you can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.She had ended up using Katy's bathroom during the fourth of July partyand noticed the book near the toilet. "Amber, the HuCow". She had only give a quick once over but the contents were explicit. It had stayed with the rest of the.