”With that, Elaine got up, walked over to the coffee table and began to pour herself another drink. Diane downed the last of hers, leaned forward an... set her cup on its saucer.“While you’re at it,’ She said to Elaine, “I wouldn’t mind another. I think I need it.”Elaine nodded and filled Diane’s cup also. Then she looked at her friend and saw a lost, sad look on her face. Leaving the cups on the table, Elaine stood up.“I think what you really need is a hug.”She stepped over and slid onto the arm. The head of her father's penis was now touching the place she would now gladly open for him.But, without a smile, instead of a smile, she opened her mouth and spoke. It wasn't what she said that surprised him - it was the way she said it. Cool, calm, purposeful, unperturbed."What the hell do you think you're doing?"---He realized she was so collected, she must have been awake for quite a while. She was ready for him. Had she felt every thrilling kiss? From her feet, to he pubis, to her chest,. ‘It’s my niece April, my sister Mona’s girl. She’d been at a community school for her first two years and is here at the university for her last two. She’s living with me, so that I can help out.’ ‘Good for you,’ Johnnie said. ‘I met her at Dugan’s the other night with a bunch of students.’ Sandy laughed, ‘And what was a big fireman like you doing at Dugan’s?’ ‘Lookin’ for women!’ Johnnie said with equal glee. Sandy came back with: ‘Typical man!’ Johnnie just grinned at her, and finally went. A few of the cops have come by to offer sympathy. She was always nice to them. Brunswick, an old cop whom everyone calls Joe Joe, lights up a cigarette and cries through the smoke like a true Marlboro man. Joe Joe is funny when he smokes. He seems like the type who goes home, shucks his uniform, grabs a carton and his favorite blue jeans, and heads out to smoke in a rusted out old Cutlass-Supreme. It is a religious practice, done seven times a day while facing east. He walks over and puts a.