I could see she was wanting to tell me something. I was sure that I knew what it was about.I looked over at her as she put the food on the table. “H...oney?” I said.“Sam, you’re a hard worker, but not too good at finding the right job to support us. This will do it.” She handed me a brochure. “You’re good with computers and the Army will train you so you can make a lot of money for us, for our family.”Oops, I was wrong about what I thought she was going to want to talk about.“Where are you getting. Right there in front of my slave. It always amazes me how much cum he can produce with such a tiny cock. I secretly hoped my slave was envious of the good Doctor."Mmmm Doctor that was delicious and I can hardly wait until we get together." Well now that you are a free woman again what do you want me to call you?" Everybody's been calling me slut for the past seven months so why change now? Besides I'm going to be the best slut this town has ever known. Oh I know it makes me sound like a tramp. "She got a look of concern. "Did I hurt you?" No. I'm okay. My back is still a little tender. Tracy, if we don't stop I'm going to ravish you right here -- parental units be damned! And I promised I would not let this get too far. But if you continue, you have to understand I am a teenage boy who wants nothing more than to be with you in every way I can."She seemed to realize what a near thing it had been. I said, "Look it's getting late and I have a big game tomorrow. Are you free tomorrow. Government doesn't pay farm subsidies to farmers who grow 'sin' crops. It's less hassle and more profitable to grow other stuff. I know I sell this shit, but I wouldn't be surprised if they cured this beer with formaldehyde." What have you got that is drinkable and that I can afford?" Brendan asked.The man reached under the bar and pulled out an unmarked bottle with a deep purple liquid in it. Brendan stared at it, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him."Wine?" Brendan said."New York.