“I expect it to look livable in the morning.”He turned to the girls just as Brandy and Emily walked up and said, “Girls, you are on your own, wh...at ever you do, be responsible for your own decisions and your own actions.” With that he took Ms. Bolden’s hand and they walked through the gate.Ben looked at me and we saluted, “I’m hungry,” Ben said, and we all laughed as the girls went in to get the food. Ben and I were busy getting the cups, ice and drinks as the girls were getting the food all out. I would often saunter over at around five-thirty and have a drink or two with her, prior to her closing up at around seven.Late one Sunday afternoon, as I arrived at Naomi’s pub, her eldest son Bennie and Travis were at the bar. Travis was fairly drunk and following what he was saying, between his slurring and stuttering, was quite an ordeal. He then asked me if I liked elephants. Naturally, I responded positively.After pulling the pockets of the trousers he was wearing out, creating two flaps. One lucky time, a girl's t-shirt literally flew up into her face, showing her pink bra to everyone on the ride. It was half the thrill of the ride, wondering what would be revealed each time you rode on it.Just before dark we headed toward the food concession stands, and pigged out on corn on the cob dipped in a big vat of melted butter, and hot dogs, and cheeseburgers, and pizza, and fries, and onion rings, and sodas, and ice cream bars for dessert. We all moaned and groaned, too full to move. "I should report this," he continued."Mr. Todd, please don't!" Abby pleaded. "If we get reported, I'll get suspended and dropped from volleyball! And Rhonda will get booted off the cheer squad!"Rhonda then piped up, "Please, Mr. Todd! Please don't report us!"She then spread her legs, "accidentally" flashing him a shot of her young cameltoe peeking out from her white panties."Hand me the pipe!" Todd demanded. Abby handed him the small pocket-sized pipe they'd been toking from. A tiny wisp of.