"Laura smiled at her, "You seem to have a high opinion of your father, May." Daddy knows everything." She said it in a matter of fact way that would b...ook no argument."Your girls care for you, Paul." I love them both. However, I don't know everything." I grinned."Somehow, I suspect you have taught Sunday school over the years." Well, yes. But I'm hardly an expert. I freely admit to having my own biases and favorites." I am presuming that Marijane was correct in her teaching today." Yes. Other. My mind started to spin, trying to work out what was touching my mouth. It slid slowly back across my lips, then back again pushing slightly harder against my mouth. My painted lips parted instinctively a little more as the pressure of the object pushed harder onto them. It continued its journey from side to side until my mouth was forced to open sufficiently when I felt the object push its way in. With my lips now fully parted the tip of my tongue ran around the object. I knew instantly. "It's about fuckin' time," she says. "I gotta pee." She quickly hurries into my private restroom, not even bothering to close the door, and I hear a sigh of relief as she voids her bladder. "Sorry about that Johnny. I forgot to pack my whiz kit." I heard you had a rough ride, Sally." You can say that again. I mean I know I'm just a little poor girl from the wrong side of the tracks, but no more food carts, okay? I banged around like a butterball turkey in a garbage can. I want my padded cargo. I quietly went down the carpeted stairs to the front door and onto the rug. I looked through the peep hole and did not recognize the man there. He had a case or portfolio of some kind.“Who is it?” I asked in my best female voice. He replied that he was volunteering for some nonprofit group whose name I won’t mention. He glanced up and I could see he was cute, and in his twenties. I decided “what the hell” to myself and decided to have some fun. I opened the door and watched his expression.