“Holy fuck, they have tattoos on them with your name! What did you do to make them your slaves? We could work out a deal, man. Give me some of your ...knowledge and help me collect a harem and I’ll leave your whole family and friends deal alone for good. We’ll never see each other again, just stay on our own turf. Deal?” Daryl foolishly thought that he still had bargaining chips when he had none.“Do I look like Howie Mandel to you, prick? Listen, buddy, there’s no fucking deal. You have no. I opened the door and sat down next to him. I pulled the hem of my dress down so that it would cover more of my legs. He reached between my legs and felt my panties. "Take those off." I did so and placed them in my coat pocket. I had expected him to fondle me, but instead he removed his hand."How about we go someplace else this time?" I just nodded and looked straight ahead of me. Every couple of minutes I would look at him quickly then would go back to staring straight ahead. I wasn't really. “Are you even wearing underwear?” Kristen asked.“What for?” Suzie said. “You’re not, either.”Looking up from the floor, she could see right up Kristen’s gym shorts.“I’m inside. You take chances.”“So what?”“Didn’t it piss you off when that kid called you a whore?”“It pissed me off more that he called me a Chink — Ugh! You let your nails go.”She dug an emery board under the down-turned corner of the nail on Kristen’s big toe. Kristen settled back on the couch, luxuriating in the professional. "Oh no! You are not explaining anything to me-"Dad? How many time do you fuck mom in a week? Once?" I asked him and the question threw him by surprise. He was really mad now and that was just what I wanted. "I remember when I was a k**...I used to hear lot of noises from your room...I didn't know back then what you guys were doing but now I do...you were having sex...and lots of sex." What the fuck are you trying to say?" "Simple...you are not having anymore sex...How old are you 38?" I asked.