It was a slow night at The Pussycat that night being a weeknight. A few guys were sitting at the bar nursing their drinks and watching the girls with ...aded, tired eyes. It was a small dump of a place, dark with a rounded bar, glasses hanging from the ceiling. Imbedded in the counter of the bar were quarters under plexi-glass. You could see how drunks would try and pry them out at times. In the front window was a neon sign of a pink cat in a rhinestone collar. There were a few small tables on. It was warm without being uncomfortable. My panties were just a pair of my bikini cotton ones. I replaced the same jeans I had worn to Church Camp. Jeans I wore two days unless I spilled something. I did put on a clean sweatshirt over the thermal tee.So I was dressed and ready to study Roland Gillispee again. I spent the day not just memorizing the details, I tried to understand the effect that things in the in the file might have had on an average person. Yeah he might be crazy. Then again he. There was David, standing with a big smile on his face. He whispered “I’ve been wondering why you’ve been coming in here so much, now I know” I giggled quietly and whispered back “ just be quiet and watch with me, it’s a lot of fun.**********************************************************************************************We both started watching; soon my hand was rubbing his cock through his shorts. He told me that it felt good, so I kept going. His hand went under my skirt and was rubbing. This made me slightly nervous. A couple more hours passed. By now, I was looking good; with a black dress shirt and dark wash jeans. I trotted downstairs; not seeing my sister anywhere. I shrugged, and glanced at the clock. It was almost six o’clock. “MIRACLE!” I yelled, glancing around the house. “I’m leaving!” Nothing. I bit my lip. She’s probably just mad I’m leaving, and ignoring me. I thought, shaking my head. With that, I grabbed the car keys to my father’s car; which he left, in case we.