Tim turned and followed Mrs Jones’ gaze. The newcomer was almost a carbon copy of her mother, a little shorter by an inch perhaps, somewhat coltish,...slightly flatter chested and a little less shapely, but with similar coloured hair, worn long down her back a good half a metre longer. She possessed the same brilliant smile as her mother adorned, with the addition of the cutest of dimples in her cheeks.“Nothing at all I like out there, Mother,” she said as she approached, her voice pitched. Sheesh. What a group to follow?With our setup, nearly complete, I got up, went over to Ty and said, “You can leave the stage, old man. It’s time to move forward a few decades.”He left to join the others, and I stayed up to say, “If you don’t dance to us, we have plans to turn this place back into a Walmart, or maybe even a Costco!”They laughed, oh boy.“My name is Michael Love, as my future father-in-law said before, I used talent from the ladies and money from the two Dads. One thing he didn’t. She yelped loudly." Man, Simon, Can you be cruel when you set your mind to it." She was having entirely too much fun"Pointing to his erection, Robert asked "So, What shall I do about this?" "Vicky!" I called out. She soon came over. "Bring us a bottle of Scotch, a bucket of ice, glasses and your ass" I said.As soon as she got back, she occupied herself with her husband's schmeckel, while I helped myself to some Johnnie Walker, and alternated looking at her head bobbing up and down on Robert's. His days in prison had made him hard and lean. He was silently watching her through dark, heavy lidded eyes, and calmly smoking a cigarette. Cigarettes were technically contraband, and smoking was absolutely not permitted on prison grounds, but there wasn’t much Andre couldn’t get away with in cell block C. In many ways, he was more in charge than the guards. Maria, as his newly hired heroin mule, certainly wasn’t in a position to discipline him. Still, she was perturbed at having to put up.