Well, I got a story and at the end you judge whether I'm a mook or the real fuckin' deal.Starts in 1982 - with a fine piece of New Jersey ass dancin' ...on a table....Dolores was stood on the table, red kitten heels, net bodystocking, cascading blonde hair and a sexy pout --me? I was uncomfortable--hot as hell in that room and she was making it hotter.Dolores was a fine piece of ass and she had certain attributes and abilities that went with the ass- hell, she could suck start a leaf blower and. His hands was shaking as he took it from her and looked at it. As he handed it back, Betty said in a sweet voice, "Sheriff, if you'll kiss me up here on the stage I guarantee you that every man in this place will vote for you at least twice. He stopped and looked at her in surprise. She threw her arms around his neck and planted a soul kiss on and in his mouth that made his knees buckle. She stepped back and the lawman staggered down the steps from the stage.Everybody cheered and Brenda brought. She put her finger to my lips and said ‘shhh’ She stood up and slid her panties off, rolled them into a ball and stuffed them in my mouth. ‘Shut the fuck up’, she snarled…‘No fucking words from you Mr!’ This may hurt a bit but you’re gonna watch!’I couldn’t believe how she took control from there. She told both guys to get naked. Then she went in her case, took out some two pairs of stocking and two pairs of panties. ‘Put these on!’ The two guys did what she said…’Hmmm, I like that!’ she said.. , and it would be around three a.m., usually, before she got home, because they had to clean the place up afterwards.After about a month, she started getting home about a half hour later than usual. I always waited up for her, and when I asked her "Why so late?" she said the bar had been busier lately and some people didn't want to leave right at closing.I decided to check out her story. The next Friday night, I drove over to the place and parked on this hill directly behind the tavern. .