‘No surprise there,’ Aunt Doro said. ‘Guess I’ve told you both already, that man never had any respect for anyone. Always very self-important,...even when he was screaming about peace and love all the time.’ A pause, and then she looked at Kelly. ‘I always used him as an example when Doug got to pining for the sixties and feeling like he missed out on the age of love. It wasn’t always like what you young kids hear.’ ‘I get that, Aunt Doro, I promise,’ Doug said. ‘Do you really?’ she asked him. ‘I. "Not here. The cops are trying to keep all the hos and dealers further south." So, what do you think she's doin'?" Well," Sammy said as he drove slowly past the parking lot, "I guess we could ask her." That's why I like you, dude," Kyle smirked, "you're really smart." Don't be a wiseass," Sammy snapped. He made a right hand turn and drove around the block. When they got back to the dimly lit lot the girl was still there, talking to some old dude who had just come out of the store. Sammy pulled. The waiter came to the table.“Yes sir?”“I’d like a vodka martini, shaken, not stirred, with a twist of lemon.”Crystal laughed again and just shook her head.“Yes sir!” he said with a completely straight face. “And for the lady?”She looked at me and I gave her a slight nod.“A strawberry daiquiri, please.”“Yes, Ma’am! I’ll have those drinks right away!”“Just how far does this go?” Crystal asked when he left.“Does what go?” I grinned.“The whole ‘James Bond’ shtick?”“Shtick? You’re seeing the real. “I want to feel them.” I said.She bent over, grabbed my hands and put them to her breast. They were heavy, they felt soft and firm. She moved my fingers to her nipples and used them to rub her, to run along the length of her breast. She led my hands to her cleavage, sliding my hands from her chest to her nipples and back again. She looked like she was enjoying this as much as I was.She put my hands down and moved closer to me. She pulled my head into her breast. She moved back and forth, her.