That frustrated her because there were a lot of things in her world she didn't understand. Kennedy was patient. Understanding would come in time, and ...in the meantime, even what knowledge she had was useful for all sorts of things.Her stepfather was Peter Stuyvesant, the billionaire. He wasn't a bad person, not really, and her stepsister, Victoria, wasn't a bad person either. It was just that they just weren't Kennedy's sort of people. Her stepfather's family had been rich when the Mayflower hit. I followed him into his house and he again offered me a beer, which I readily accepted as my mouth was suddenly very dry. He then headed back to his office, with me right behind him chugging my beer. Mike settled in at the computer, with me again standing behind. He pulled up the web site and proceeded to run through a few short video clips of hung guys shooting impossibly large loads, with most, again, landing on women's faces and breasts. I wondered if this would be a repeat of before, and. And about Linda even having a girlfriend, that she fooled around with sometimes with me being present. And even some of our other antics, which always managed to remain at a mostly PG or R rated level.“So wait, you have Pete as your boyfriend, and a girlfriend? Am I getting that right?”“Yea, her name is Kimmie, and I have known her since grade school. Once a month or so the 3 of us get together, but she is going to graduate early and after that I will likely not see her again. We both know it. As she handed me my receipt, I glanced at her nametag. "Thank you Mina." She looked surprised but managed a "You're welcome." Nat and I headed for the door when a hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to flinch and jerk away from it. "Ma'am I'm going to need to check your purse." The look on my face must have been one of shock, my mind rapidly tried to explain a hundred different reasons why he would be stopping us. The security guard gave me a grim smile and nodded towards the purse. I had no.