The barkeep smiled and gave Joan another martini. Joan litanother cigarette and sipped on the filter, feeling giddy.Thoughts roiled through him. I'm a... slut, but not anyone's slut.Not everyone's. Not always.The club was hopping now, people dancing, the jazz band playingloudly, gurls laughing. In the mirror, Joan could see a sissy onone of the tables, taking a cock in the ass, smiling widely,pumping and rocking back and forth, while two other men watched.A black man sat on the bar stool where. I decide that cold beers on a day like this is too good to pass up. It is not very often I do it, but I arrange for a teenage girl from up the road to come down to babysit the kids until later on. After sorting everything out, I finally make it to the pub. The Scotland football match is on the TV, but I am not really interested in watching Scotland under perform yet again to some small former Soviet state. The beers are being sunk quickly, and for the first time in what feels like forever I am. She looked around and saw a pitchfork not more than a few feet away. Carefully she walked over to pick it up. She held her breath that she didn't hit a squeaky board. Wrapping her shaking hands around it, she started to move silently around so that it would best catch him by surprise. She wouldn't think of stabbing him but she would certainly hit him across the head.That's when she heard it. It was soft but it was there.A giggle.It wasn't much but it was definite. A soft little feminine. Jason: You’re a good friend!Me: Yeah. Thanks!Abigail, Eve and the teacher came out of the cabin.Eve: There you guys are.Abigail: Come on!Teacher: I’m coming!Jason: What’s going on?Me: What he said?Eve: Oh, this is good.Abigail: Move it!Oh my. The teacher is holding a bottle of wine. I think she’s drunk.Abigail: Hey!Me: What?Abigail: Oh yeah! We got the teacher drunk.Me: Ok. Why?Abigail: For fun?Me: Fun? So you got her drunk, feeling good. Because it’s fun?Abigail: She’s going to make a fool out.