‘ It’s because Steve is a pimp and I assume you work for him.’I stared blankly at this guy. I didn’t know if Steve was really a pimp or if he ...old this dude he was one so he could look good. So we waited, not saying a word to each other watching T.V. until my friend came back with the drinks. As soon as they walked threw the door I pulled Erica back outside. I wanted to know exactly what I was getting into here.‘Dude is Steve a pimp? That guy in there told me he was, and asked if I was his. This was odd. Maybe six hundred nearly-naked women wandering around, and these guys look at my legs peeking out of a long skirt. My favorite interpreter of male behavior--he's one himself--says getting a look at what you're not supposed to see is much sexier than just looking at what's on display. Well, I got a kick out of it. Only a little kick, but what are you gonna do when you've got all these kids in tow? A strip tease?"OK, if the beach wasn't exciting, tell me about the party. How was. I told him i'd drive her home if she wanted to stay. along around 1am, the party was starting to break up, she was really drunk by now, i helped her from behind up the stairs, got a nice view of the tops of her thigh high stockings along the way!! i ran outside and started my truck to let it warm up, came back inside to help her with her coat. i had to help her up into the seat, another nice view btw, and buckled her seat belt. we took off towards her house,(or so i thought) getting. Dad had taken over the old church when his father had died. He preached in the old, falling down church for years. The old, church really did need repairs. A wealthy religious man heard about dads run down old church, he offered some money to make repairs to the church. He had a son named Paul. Paul was the youngest of five sons and three daughters and the only single one in their family. Pauls dad met me and introduced me to his son. Paul was twenty at the time and I was eighteen. Both Paul.