"So what!" she called out, and then fell into a coughing fit. She reached for the bottle of Scotch and took another long swig from it. She gasped as s...e swallowed the whiskey down her throat. She closed her eyes. "So what if no man comes to rescue me... who needs a man. I can make myself happy yes, all by myself. I don't need any goddamned cock to make me feel good. I can just use my fingers. Yeah, that's fine, just fine. I can do all right by myself."She fingered her pussy. She closed her eyes. All we want is for you to get your husband to drop the charges against us and let us get on with our business.”Mrs. Breckinridge pulled her hand away and sat up straight while pointing her finger at us, “You’re that whore, and you’re her pimp!”Jenny even scared me as she leaned across the table and glared at Mrs. Breckinridge, “Think what you will of me, but I will break your arm if you call him a pimp again. He is my boyfriend and Business Manager.”“My husband brought up those charges, not. "Why didn't you tell me before?" And mess up your last day at school? It's all okay, and I figured we'd both feel better if we could all get through the news together. Laurel, are you all right? Suzy?" They both nodded, and we looked at Richelle, who still hadn't moved a muscle, hadn't said a word.Kay said, "Richelle, are you okay?" Suzy moved over and sat on the floor by her chair, "Sweetie? It's over now. You can relax."Richelle looked at her, and nodded, and put her head on Suzy's arm.. Those pics were gonna torpedo more than one political career.We watched all night. Those plugs left after an hour, and no one else arrived. The hoods did make several trips during the day, but Marks stayed in the house. I was getting very tired of this 'stake-out' in the woods. Just past 6 PM the Airstream and the hoods were back. Everybody, and I do mean everybody, poured out of the joint. There were Marks, Laurel, and even that old broad that had socked me with the fry pan. Marks and the old.