If that’s not acceptable, I’ll get a sitter for the time you want.” Though sitters while high -school classes were in session were scarce as rub...ies, and twice as expensive.“Are you inviting me to dinner? That is quite kind of you. What time?”“Would six-thirty be convenient? We’re used to eating around then, but that’s merely a habit on Saturdays.” Actually, the boys were used to eating before then, which made his coming then remarkably convenient.“Six-thirty this Saturday. I’d be delighted.”She. . sorry,"... she said, as she continued to cry.I still had my gun in my right hand against my thigh away from her line of site. I then said,"Look... I don't know you... but you got to stop this crying shit... right fucking now."She then looked up at me with tears in her eyes."The word on the street is that you're...ga... ga... going to kill my brother."She then busted into tears.Right there, I got annoyed. If this bitch thought she could come here to cry a little bit and make me feel sorry for. Though, he'd found a couple good pieces and some with potential given various amounts of input and work, he could hardly believe how tired he was of reading hopeless crap. Oh, he could do it for a while -- he'd done it before -- but it seemed to him it was getting it dumped on him more than ever before, and he'd gotten no sign he was getting anywhere with it. Despite Michelle's claims to the contrary, it seemed to him he was getting stuck with the very thing he'd worried about in the working. "This bitch has got to be kidding," one of the two remaining gunmen burst out, "She's just some damn super stripper..." "Super Stripper," I commented aloud, "Hey... I like that." The other man added, "She's just a damn blowup doll..." He fired another round of shots at my boobs, again to no effect. "I'm a blow up doll alright," I laughed, "and watch me blow up..." With that, I charged forward again, deciding to show him just how much I could blow up. But as I got to him, my tits surged even.