. I dunno how to explain it.”“Yeah, freedom to fuck,” said Maria, laughing. Dawn reddened, looked down, and then looked at me. I smiled gently a...t her, not wanting her to think I was an insensitive lout. She smiled back, at least.We talked a while longer. Dawn seemed to be warming up to me. Every time she laughed, I felt her knee on my leg. I started to put my hand on it a dozen times, but I didn’t want to scare her off.She told me about her kids, two of them. She told me she was happy being. There was a comedy club right next to Hanks and I asked Michelle if she was in the mood for laughs. We had already consumed several drinks and from the way Michelle danced on the dance floor, I knew she was ready for some cock. “I’m in the mood for whatever you’re in the mood for,” she replied, rubbing her hand on my crotch. I texted Jose and told him we had a change of plans and to meet us at the comedy club. Michelle and I walked into the comedy club and the place was already packed. The. ”“Yes, it would, but we wanted to have the baby.”“I guess that’s why you need to be sure about birth control.”“Actually, I had a vasectomy, so I can’t get you pregnant. But I wanted to make sure YOU had thought about it.”“A test?”“Call it being sure you had thought things through properly.”“But you said ‘yes’ before you knew.”“You don’t think I would have checked? And if you hadn’t been prepared, I’d have talked to you about being responsible. It wasn’t a ‘gotcha’ question that would make me. One hand came up reflexively, palm out, as if to ward off what she saw. There was indeed something wrong with Mr. Magoo, aka Ed Turner. Ed was a relatively small man. He stood just about eye to eye with Draga. He was naturally thin and wiry, near sighted, and balding. Presently he was unnaturally horrible. There was blood staining the left sleeve of Eds dress shirt. What hair there was behind his left ear looked matted with blood. His left eye was swollen shut and dark with bruising. The pupil.