An awful lot of things were my fault.That got me thinking about my loves. Whenever I think of "my loves," I think of Beth Ann, Colleen, and Rebecca �... but then I get to thinking about Winnie and Millie, then the three becomes five.Without the direct threat of mafia war, ginning up a reason to get Winnie down here was questionable. If I was going to reconnect with her, I was going to have to be direct and to the point – whatever the point was...As long as Mr. Bell was alive, there would be no. He was down to a "G" string and his cowboy hat and boots. His favorite move seemed to be a wide swinging kick over our heads that almost but not quite exposed everything. As we clamored for more, more, he leaned back against the mantle and removed his boots. Now he was completely nude except for the hat and "G" string. He switched the tape to a soft slow number and asked if anyone wanted to dance.Since I appeared to be the "leader of the pack," he singled me out. I didn't let on that I was. "I have a feeling you won't be alone for long. As you know, Danny wants you to do anything you are told to do. He'll be keeping an eye. If he doesn't like what someone is trying to do he'll step in. Otherwise, you are on your own."As Charlie turned to walk away I sat in the booth. There was no table so clearly this booth was not meant for drinking. Charlie looked over his shoulder at me "Cross your legs like a bitch, you'll look sexier."He walked away. I adjusted the skirt which was riding up. He reached over and scratched the puppy's ears. "You're the good Catholic girl. Did Job of the Bible have children?" I have no idea." I'm going to call your priest and complain about your poor biblical education." Hey, I've got enough guilt without you egging my priest on. Hold on, I'm looking it up."Out of habit, Scott reached for the information to check for himself. There was nothing, beautiful wonderful nothing. He smiled. Driving back to school, just another normal college kid, mostly,.