Brock: “What Possible?” He answered really stressed Kim: “Ok if you drive me home I promise you to be your insider, I can tell you whatever you ...want about the girls. Who shaves, who fucks who and who are easy”Brock: “don’t you think I can find that out already? You better come up with something better girl”Kim: “Ok what if I text you a picture of the girls in the showers?”Brock: “hm, well what do you say Tom? Getting a souvenir from all the cheering girls?”Tom: “Ye man, but let us just drive. What I did to you and John. What I got you into. I damn close to got you both killed! How can I trust myself? How can you trust me?" So you dump it on me?" she demanded. "Now it's all on my shoulders? Jack, I'm Johnnie's mom, not yours. I don't need two little boys, one's enough. For right now, at least, and anyhow I don't ever want you to be one of them. So we'll talk about it, you and I, and then we'll make the decision together, the way we always have." But—" Shut up," she said. We were. . I ... I would like to make a little more money. Our rent is more than I am comfortable with. What kind of jobs do you have here?" she asked, almost innocently. Down deep, she knew.It was a strip joint. It had been there since she was her daughter's age. Other dancers had supplemented their income here. She had been opposed to it when she was young. As a young girl, she was prepared to sacrifice her safety, her comfort for her principles. Now it was a little different.Jenny did not want her. "I was fucking you with one of them," Deshona confessed her fantasy. "With my boob. Rubbing your pussy with my nipple."Both of them responded to this in the same way. Their eyes widened, and their breath quickened noticeably. Oh god! Laura thought, feeling the wetness in her crotch become a mini-flood. She kissed Deshona hungrily, nearly raping her throat with her tongue."I'm dying to feel it," she breathed into Deshona's ear. "Do it to me now."Trembling with sexual excitement, they stretched.