Still, Karen seemed to come home with all the cute boys, while Jeanine... well actually we didn't know a lot about her at that point. She never brough... anyone home, so we assumed so was sort of a wallflower. But who knows whom she was fucking outside of the house. "You know Raymond, right?" Jeanine asked.Karen wasn't interested. "Who?" Raymond, the guy I work for at the bookstore." The big black guy?"Jeanine nodded. She walked behind Karen and squatted down on the ground. Jeanine put her hands. "How the hell did you wind up in, well, I mean doing what you used to do?" I asked."Whoring?" she said. "How'd a nice girl like me wind up in a place like that? You want the honest answer or the one I used to give johns who asked that?"Her sardonic tone was a little offensive. "Honey, this is me asking," I reminded her. "Not some guy you don't know. OK?" I'm sorry, sweetie," she said contritely. "It's just that, well, it's kind of uncomfortable for me to talk about it to you." Susan, it's part. “What doesn’t make you horny Sis?” He questioned playfully. “It totally turns me on too. I kind of thought one of them might try to come over and tag team you last night, but they were both kind of respectful of our relationship.” He sighed.My mouth dropped opened a little, but I pretended not to be too shocked. “Oh you’d love that, gang bang your little sister with all your buddies.” I protested, pushing him on his shoulder.Justin smiled from ear to ear. “Karie, I didn’t say all of. Mitch: MDNR Weapons Officer; just in case.Candy Hjálmtýsdóttir: Lucy Lou's theft.Mitch was highly disappointed. He came to shoot fur bearing mammals, or maybe just people animals if they got uppity. For at least half an hour, he kept pulling on Arthur's sleeve, saying, "Now?" and fingering his 1948.22 cal Winchester 52 Target Rifle with the 15 power Lyman Targetspot with Scopelevel and Lyman rails that would guarantee a clean kill at five hundred yards ... the perfect rifle for eliminating.