When it was Sandy’s turn to pat me down, I noted that she obviously had some hands-on experience from her prior job. While she was good at hiding he...r reactions, I could tell that she found two of the three weapons I had secreted on myself. I smiled; no one in all of the classes I had taught ever found my “pubic gun”, a small derringer in an underwear holster that sat right at the top of the base of my penis. When the pat-downs were over, each trainee had to announce how many weapons they. The one girl is fairly tall with a very curvaceous body and a noticeably large behind, while the other was relatively short with a much skinnier physique.I don't really pay much attention, but then they stand next to me at the bar and order two cranberry and vodkas. The one girl smiles at me, I smile back and then they go and sit by a table and start chatting while I remain at the bar. About ten minutes passed and I was thinking about heading back to the static, when the two girls come over and. They loudly complained aboutevery little thing, wanted service immediately and couldn't wait fortheir food. Good Lord! It was awful!"And the worst was that Jimmy made us all just take it. He forbade anyof us from talking back or telling them what freaks they were. We hadto just act like it was OK for a guy to parade around in a skin-tightmini dress, five inch heels and garish makeup. Ugh! At least they weregood tippers. I'll give them that."That Friday, Charlie recounted the discussion. There had been some cautions including a 6-car pile up which involved Jimmie Johnson, Dale Earnhardt Jr., Tony Stewart, Dale Jarett, Carl Edwards, and Kurt Busch.When the white flag waved for the final lap, Amy got herself a need for speed and past all the other drivers, making her cross the finish line and winning the race with Carl Edwards finishing second and Kyle Busch in third.Amy and her pit crew celebrated over at Victory Lane. She celebrated by doing a cartwheel like her male.