Who would listen to her? Family members wouldn't take it seriously. They'd laugh it off and wind her up for being "grossed out" by her parents having ...sex.Splashing her face with cold water from the bathroom sink, she finally decided that she would call her best friend, Vikki. Vikki would definitely be there for her. She had in the past and the advice Vikki usually gave was pretty solid. That's why they were best friends. Vikki had been there for her when no one else had, when everyone else had. She liked it when women were there. Men, bless them, can be such mindless c***dren at times. But, stripping for other women made her hot and tingly.She had her few standard wiggles and shakes to get the men going, to get the men to wave their cash at her. They all did, too. She moved to the rhythm of the music, removing her scant top, freeing her full, natural breasts. She enjoys this line of work, and it showed. Believe me, it wasn't the temperature in the room that kept her nipples hard and. Do not be another fucking Blighttown. Once through there was enough.He spotted a stone archway at the base of the tower. Looked as good an entrance as any, he thought, walking towards it. To the right of the archway was a small pedestal. Sitting on top, under a glass dome, was a giant bubblegum sweet in a garish, stripy wrapper. On top of the dome was a folded note with the words 'Eat Me' written on it in large letters.Yeah right, did they really think he was that gullible? Jackson thought.He. Knowing she wouldn’t be seeing Larry made the day ahead look a little less bright, but she figured she could manage. As had become her habit since she arrived at Fran’s house, she took a walk after finishing the breakfast dishes. While she walked along the road behind the cabins, she found herself thinking about Larry. The more she thought about him, the more she realized she was thinking about the young man as if they might have a future together. ‘Joanne Williams, you’re being a fool,’ she.