Lured here with cheap money to be the play-things for rich men like Greg. Her shock grew further when she realized the "GG" and "FFM" badges at his wr...st. She blushed and bit her lips. Greg saw what she was looking at. “Hey, relax, Lola. We are all here to have fun, and we are bound to honor the badges.” He pointed at her wrist. “Sorry to have offended you.” Lola could sense some pain in his voice. “I am just waiting for a couple of friends.” Briskly, he downed the coffee, stood up and walked. He tattles on me to the folks all the time.”“You watch yourself with her, she can be a handful. Ah, maybe that isn’t the right thing to say.” He laughed and then went to warm up.At that, I asked Misty why she wasn’t cheering. “Only about half the cheerleaders cheer at a time at basketball games,” she advised. “Usually the seniors and some of the juniors do the basketball games and hardly ever a sophomore.”The varsity game was decent. Both teams acted like they wanted to win. Our guys were just. A couple of days later Jimmy was nervous. Other than his girlfriend no one ever came to his apartment. Especially since much of the time his living room was a makeshift workshop for his motorcycle. He tided it up the best he could just as he heard a knock on his door. Wilson was there. He and Jimmy exchanged pleasantries before Wilson began looking at Jimmy’s motorcycle. Poking things, taking a quick measurement or two, not saying anything just nodding, scratching his head a little and making. And for Emma, still having exhibitionist twinges, she enjoys being on display. Emma still has a magnificent body at fifty-three, in the semi-short dress, she is a sight to see. Today especially, Donald wants to show Emma off, so others know the gem he has captured. Emma, knowing what he is doing, chuckles to herself and is happy to be so flaunted. Emma is excited herself, when looking over the program attendees she learns that Johnathan, the bully who tortured Donald so much, is here. She.