So eine Scheiße, denkt er. Er weiß, wer das ist -- sie haben es ihm ja per Mail angekündigt: Noch ein Bus voller stinkender Asylanten, frisch aus I...talien, wo sie mit irgendeinem klapprigen Kahn angekommen sind. Die italienischen Kollegen springen auch nicht gerade zartfühlend mit ihnen um, viele, die von dort kommen, haben einiges hinter sich und hoffen nun in Deutschland auf ein besseres Leben. Er muss grinsen und kratzt sich nochmal am Sack. Wenn die wüssten ...Dann steht er auf, stopft. It was so quiet and peaceful. I often lost myself there in more ways than one. Maybe Daddy would catch me this time when I did! As we traveled down the road, I saw that Daddy was a little fidgety. He actually had a very hard time driving with me sitting in the passenger seat next to him. I knew why. He could not keep his eyes from wandering to my smooth tanned legs jutting out from underneath the ruffled teal colored short skirt I was wearing. I had just shaved them this morning and applied. I told him to let her in. She came walking in and damn, she looked hot as hell. I said, "Hey, you sexy girl, come sit on Dante's lap, and tell me your name." She said, "Well, you big stud, my name is Scarlet, and I had this dream of fucking a rocker like you." I was stunned. She strateled me and proceeded to get out a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. She told me, "I want to be that hot babe you cuff in your show." So, I cuffed Scarlet and playfully bit her and she moaned with pleasure. She had me. She loved them and they hated her, or so it seemed."Where's your boyfriend?" she wondered."Jerking off." I giggled and watched her blush."Oh." She nodded like that might be true. Brittany was weird."You wanna go with me?" I asked her. "They're gonna open at ten." Oh, I don't know." She sucked her top lip. "My mom probably wants me to clean all day." Just ask," I said. "She ain't gonna say no if I'm here. That would be totally rude." Yeah, maybe." Brittany shrugged and I got the sense she didn't.