11b – Mrs. BartonI recognized the customer who had come-in following my time with Lonelyman. It was Mrs. Barton. She comes in frequently and Susan w...its on her. Susan grumbles after she leaves as she rarely buys anything yet requires a lot of attention. I decided to try my luck.“Hello, Mrs. Barton,” I said as I walked up to her.She looked-up at me, and asked “Oh, where is Susan? Are you the new girl?”“She’s out on errands, and yes, I’m relatively new, I guess.”“Are you in high school, dear? A. She was petite with long black hair and was wearing a baseball jacket and hot pants, over the knee socks and a pair of converse boots. She stood swaying slightly in front of the microphone as she looked at the crowd, a sneer on her lips.“Hello, you bunch of fuckers. Do you want to hear a song about my ex-girlfriend?”She grinned as she surveyed the crowd. Her eyes sparkled under the heavy kohl makeup.She thrust out her hand, middle finger pointing down. “Can you hear me?” She nodded her head in. She got on her knees and peered at her daughter, her fingers gently pulling her outer lips back. After a moment she barked a short laugh."Oh baby, you've got nothing to worry about. Yours is thin, so thin I'm surprised its still there. It only covers a very small portion of your vagina. You probably won't even feel it when it tears." Jasmine smiled tentatively, nodding her head."Lucky bitch," Lana said from the bed, startling them all. Jasmine quickly saw from the grin on her face that Lana was. “Oh shit!” I heard her shout as she turned the corner.Looking over I could see that she pulled the towel from her hair and was trying to cover her legs. I assumed she didn’t think to put on any shorts. The only other thing I could see was the pink crop top that she must know hardly covered her tits. Of all the girls in the family, Sam and Ashley definitely were the best endowed.“Hey Ash.” I said, torn between catching a peek and averting my eyes, “Sam and.