“May I suck my th th … thumb dear?” Bobby asked in a pathetic tone. The request was so unexpected that Michelle started at him for a few seconds... incredulously. Here was her pathetic, overweight, middle-aged husband standing in front of her completely naked with his hands held behind his back and lewdly thrusting his hips in the air, listening to her tell him how she had been fucked by a younger, better man; and he was begging her to “suck his own fucking thumb?” “Please … Michelle. I beg you. "Tesla asked, "Their security is that bad?"Jenny smiled. "Somewhat out of date, I?m told."Tesla said, "How often do you do this?" Falsify official documents?" Jenny shrugged. "Never not once." Shesmiled."I need to call my dad," Tesla said. "Or my lawyer." Tesla thought for amoment. "Can I just wear my specs for a moment? Get the numbers?"Jenny shook her head.Tesla tapped a painted fingernail on the desk. She used Teresa?s specs.She searched for a local FBI office. She found an office in. No whore was going to cheat him out of his money. He thought long and hard about it and decided to make her walk the streets for a couple of weeks just to show her how good she had it as an inside bitch. Of course she was expected to bring in the same money, which meant she had to turn at least forty to fifty tricks a night. They both knew that wasn’t going to happen, so it gave him the excuse to beat the shit out of her with the phone book for a while which left no marks but hurt like hell.. " Yeah, he sure did," Roger grinned and I hadn't meant to say that out loud."Shut-up," I looked down.We walked in silence for awhile, cause it was about a mile to our houses, but not quite. If you lived a mile away you rode the school bus, we were only like nine tenths of a mile and that sucked in the winter, but for now it wasn't bad. We were having a nice indian summer and the walk was giving me plenty of time to think anyway, except I didn't know what I was supposed to think."Hey," Roger.