”Jan replied, “I’m sure they do. He is a lucky boy, or I guess man. Hard to believe he is twenty-four now.”“Yea. And they plan on making me ...a grandmother soon. Won’t that be a trip. Grandma Lisa. Can’t wait.”Lisa leaned back on her lounger and looked up into the sky. Clearly in deep thought, Lisa finally spoke again, “Yep. Frankie’s married. Ben’s remarried. I think everyone is happy now.”Jan noticed ‘everyone’ didn’t include Lisa herself.The next two hours were spent on small talk. Lisa got. He wavered for no more than a few moments. With a mental shrug he threw back the covers and watched her face. What would she think of his cock? Did women like to look at things like that? The look on her face answered his question without a doubt. She licked her lips and even took a few steps in his direction. ‘It’s gorgeous.’ She raised her eyes to his. ‘And you have never…?’ He shook his head, fascinated by her reaction. ‘Have you thought about it?’ She held her head to one side, the skirt. “That would be a trip, mate.”“Yeah. ‘Put ‘em on!’ we would scream,” said another guy.“The collars are jarring to me,” I said. “We don’t have them in the States.”“Yeah. You disguise your sex workers there.”I shrugged. “People know them. They do wear uniforms.”“So, what do you think of Ozzie strippers?”“Different tastes for different cultures.”“Like how?”“Well, I’ve been to Tokyo. They have a class of people that could probably make you soil your pants without taking off a single item of. "I work for Samuel Cassell."Who this Samuel Cassell might be, Joyce had no idea. From Andres' tone, he was a high muckity-muck. "I'm Joyce Moore." I've arranged to speak with you." Still holding her hand, he looked directly into her eyes. "You've been making these gestures." With his free hand, he made the fist at his chest then a peace sign with the back of the hand facing away.Joyce nodded."That means she's in danger, mister," one of the girls at the table volunteered.Andres looked at the.