It's one of the oldest dyke bars in the flats, down by the river. In the old days, the women who worked the mills would come for a glass of whiskey an... a hookup. It was probably nicer back then too because the girls at the mills made serious jack-- and they spent it. These days it was down to a bunch of regulars who couldn't forget tradition; a few locals and the hookers who came in when they got sick of their johns and their pimps and wanted a pussy to eat because that at least helped them. Her voice had unmistakable breeding and the polo jumper she wore failed to conceal her fine shapely figure. This was a woman I felt I could admire."There's plenty for Guy to take on here Margot." Iris was saying, "The war-effort took the last of our workers away some while ago."As I listened, I felt naturally at ease with her and found her enthusiasm in the face of austerity infectious as she spoke on,"Oh Margot, There's so much I want to show you here. It's an ideal place for our lads to share. I hadn’t noticed that Maria was already undressed, she walked over to me with a mischievous smirk and said snidely “you two almost gave me a cavity” “lay down” she quickly barked. Each time I looked at her, I saw a different expression…I could not tell if she was angry or what. I got excited when she climbed over me in a 69 position…the thought of having my dick sucked after was exhilarating. But, those thoughts were overpowered as her scent descended upon me. She smelled like a combination. ”She shrugged a bit apologetically. “But while he’s certified to do counseling and stuff like that, it’s all the additional training he’s had with the Red Cross and various government agencies like FEMA and Homeland Security that makes him so valuable right now.” The pride in Josie’s voice was palpable.“So presently they’ve got him pretty busy shuttling between here and the other two shelters,” she added with a nod back toward the gymnasium, “doing all kinds of stuff, while I mostly play.