" Yes, Sir."While Jack entered data into his computer, I headed for the kitchen. I fed Bozo, then scrounged around the bathroom and our room for a loa...d of clothes. I started the washer and let him out to do his thing. It was getting too cold out to leave the door open. He'd let us know when he was ready to come back in.I went into the kitchen and did some cleaning up. I emptied the dishwasher and noticed there wasn't anything that needed washing.Bozo must have let Jack know it was time to come. With one hand, he undid her bra and let it loose. She immediately got up and seductively removed the bra over her shoulders and instead of throwing it away, she pulled his hands above his head and tied them together with the bra. After ensuring that the knot was pretty tight, she continued smooching him.The room was filled with their moans. He felt her hand creeping downwards towards his erection. The moment she reached inside his boxers, she immediately grabbed his balls and squeezed them very. Was she in Omaha? Kansas City? They blurred together, the places, the faces, like— Everything froze. Time ground to a halt. The music stopped. He was there, at the rail. Drunk and unshaven, leering at her, holding a dollar bill in his yellowed teeth. He didn’t recognize her. But, oh god, she knew him. *** Winter in north Texas was cold and miserable. Sharon huddled in her thin coat, soaked through with rain. Her long brown hair hung lifelessly across her shoulders like a drowned thing. She. ”“What?” said Amanda, sitting up so her boobs stuck out, further entrancing my riveted eyes.To Beth, she said, “Your turn. Aren’t you going to obey your man?”“Fuck, no,” said Beth. “I don’t obey creeps OR cavemen. He’d have to make me.”Beth’s expression was teasing, daring, and amused. When I grabbed for her, she leaped from the couch with a screech. I caught her halfway down the hall and dragging her back to the living room, shucked off her top. Beth was too small to need a bra.I paused to.