If I beat the crowds now I can coin my own moniker, instead of becoming known by people as The Tart, or Jessy the Slut. As long as we know what our du...ies are, what does it matter what we title ourselves as? Like you said we’re creating a whole new faction in this world and can call ourselves whatever we want.”James cupped his chin and thought for a while. “Fine, sounds good actually. I like it. Regardless of your title, you will be in charge of our business in Gau City for the time being. I’ve. There had been nothing mentioned about the accident for the first few days after we got back from Florida, nothing in the papers, radio or the newscasts that I saw. That is until today. The Westfield Sentinel had a front page story about the accident along with a mention of a reward being offered to the person who saved the Westfield Academy's Girl's Basketball team. The reward was about $25,000.00 which the school, the insurance company and even some of the girls' families had put up. It. I was breathing heavily, dizzy, and tingly all over, and I rested my head on her shoulder, panting.“Oh baby, that was amazing,” Marie said. She kissed my cheek. “You got me so turned on.”“Yeah?” I panted. “I’m not sure... ... if I can do anything... ... about that.”She giggled. “Don’t worry about me. But I want to show you something.”As she squirmed under me, I took another deep breath to steady myself and leaned back. I figured she was going to spread her breasts apart and show me the load. I cleared my throat and joked, "Well we have been gone a while." They pulled apart and looked a bit sheepish. John said he knew of a great brunch place, Clyde's of Georgetown. It was on M street. We got in my car. Carol was in the front seat with me and John sat in back. Carol and John chatted while I drove. It was about a 25 minute drive. I pulled up to the valet stand and we got out. When the valet saw Carol he gawked at her in appreciation. Carol, feeling naughty, threw back her.