At the bungalow was one of those new 4-door Porsches, in custom paint yet. Johnathan Roberts had talked about one, so no doubt who that was. And rig...t beside it was Clara’s tinted Nissan, no doubt about it. She sighed, shook her head, sat a moment, then pulled up. I was waiting outside. “Well I guess you figured out whose here,” I said, “So come on in, and I’ll explain.”When Ashlynn walked in behind me, Clara’s crestfallen look was palpable. “Hold on you two, it’s high time we hashed this. It took a while for him to fill the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss over Linda. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some of the conversation. They were asking her what she did for a living... a receptionist at a dentist's office. What were her hobbies... blah, blah, blah... The music was loud, but I could make out the gist of the conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously liked all of the attention.As I delivered. , they got married and had me. He's a fellow at UCLA's med school now, and was on the team that isolated HIV. My mom's an authority on child development. I'm the only child, and they have big ambitions for me. As a son." And your mom?" She found me cross dressing at home early on. She didn't do anything about it, and now she's part of the problem, according to my dad. Of course, he thinks it's mostly my fault, and of course, not at all his. My Mom is on the "nurture" vs. 'nature' side, so she. Yet, Olga knew instinctively the answer would be misery for her either way. "Face up, I think, my friends. I do not want to destroy this fine ass just yet." Laughter filled the room. It was obvious all of these strangers know the Major's proclivity for breaking in fresh female prisoners. More often than not, as they were securely strapped in, face down on his famous horse of delight. The female guard placed Olga on her back on the x-shaped table, strapping each arm and each leg in 2.