”Somehow what she said made sense to me at the time.Gloria snapped her fingers once again, and the other brunette raced to stand in front of the ble...ched blond.“This is Tracy’s slave, puddy tat.” Gloria said with a laugh. Then she said, “Her name is actually Katrina, or Kat, but Tracy watched a lot of cartoons as a kid.”Puddy tat smiled over at me and waved. Somehow I didn’t have a problem looking at cheryl’s or puddy tat’s faces. I also noticed their bare slits as my eyes went up to their. ”“Really?”“And definitely the hardest I’ve ever cum. What the fuck is your dick made of?” She gingerly moved into a sitting position “shit, I am going to be sore tomorrow.” I laid there looking at her in the darkness. There was just enough light coming in through the window to see her necklace glitter. “Yikes, I am kind of a mess, aren’t I?” she said as she touched her face, then examining her finger smudged in makeup.“Sorry”“Don’t be!” she smiled. “That was really hot, like REALLY hot”In the. They had the numbers, though. They could afford to whittle us down to nothing. Then one night, we attacked and wiped out a bunch of them at once.”Kathy sipped her coffee. “We killed enough in one go they were willing to sit down and work out a deal. We’ve been at peace with them since. We’ve even made true friends with some of them. We go to each other’s weddings and baptisms, have dinner together and watch movies. It’s hard to make war on people you love. We work together sometimes and. Tommy regaled us with tales of the police, mostly up north when his beat was Ames Avenue, as we worked thru the Fish and the Chips and the battered hot dogs I so loved. He could tell a story by God. It’s a knack, one I haven’t got, but Tommy held, even to a case that turned out to be close to home:“Had one, Girl, not too long ago in Pap.” (He’d go short for Papillion).“At night, real late.”Girl was listening in rapt attention. Her father? Forget it. He would try and tell the stories of his.