I've been scanning the kids at the table and they're up to no good.'Willy and Billy were clueless, typical 1960's small town flower children with trus...t in their hearts and love for their fellowman. Willy tossed the overstuffed canvas bag on the table and began to untie it.Billy said, "I wonder what's in the bag?"At the other table the boys stood and one of them said, "Yeah ... what's in the bag, bitch?"'Dial.' David pushed the last one.Wendy put her other hand in the black book. From the. Money wuz also seen changin’ hands. Missus Magillicuddy turned out to be the whore supplier to the saloons in Hand Springs an' the owner of a bordello jest outside of town. Philomena an' Beth knowed they had to leave Hand Springs or be forced to work as whores but now Missus Brown wuz watchin’ 'em like a hawk an' they were afraid they wuz goin’ to be turned over to Missus Magillicuddy any minute now.I wuz riled up. As far as I wuz concerned Missus Brown wuz no better than a Judas. I also. In our clan this made him the epitome of high-class, the envy of all who talked to him. When I was fifteen years old I wanted to grow up to be just like Uncle Dave.It was a daring dream, granted, but I was determined to go for it.Dave's premium status in the hierarchy of white trash naturally guaranteed him a premium choice of woman to call his own. He took what was due him back in 1971 and married Marla, the youngest daughter of a Puget Sound fishing boat owner. Marla was nineteen at the time. She was the one who offered her body to me in Melbourne in exchange for a bed to sleep in. Then it was Maria who made it clear that she wanted Suzanne and me stay with her this week, and it wasn't for my conversational ability, not that I'm lacking in that department. Finally, Sally, about 5 minutes after we met you, you said: 'Jerry tells me that he suspects that you three have been indulging in unconventional sex. Please tell us about it. I really love to hear about other people fucking each.