So last Friday we are letting the first couple of cold drafts slide down our throats when Joe nudges me. "Check out the blonde," he says.I look. She i...s in her mid thirties, a few pounds overweight. Tight skirt, no bra. Butt overflows the barstool a bit. Looks like she's been in the Vee Jay for a while.Joe is no slouch with women. "Gimme a few minutes," he says, and slides down the bar to where the blonde is sitting. I can see them talking. After a bit, Joe waves for me to come on over."This. ' I think that conveys an appropriate amount of respect." Yes Miss Amy," I said. "Thank you, Miss Amy."Amy looked down at her tiny wristwatch. "Okay, this is getting a little bit weird," she said. "I have to go now." You know I would never lay a finger on you, right?" I said."Of course I know that," she laughed.I stood there, red-faced while she got into her car. I waited until she was buckled up and she turned and looked at me. I waved meekly. Amy responded by blowing a quick kiss,. I had to take my hands from her exciting little ass so that the dress could drop to the rug.The sight of my own 14-year-old daughter's firm proud breasts standing at attention right in front of me was breathtaking. As the youngster stood nervously in front of me in only her pink hipster-panties, I shook my head as if I couldn't believe what I was seeing, which I couldn't.Looking up to her face, I saw that Tessa was flushed. Our eyes met as if to talk to each other, which I think we were. Bridget was thirteen when the Bishop really took not of her precociously developed body and with the full acquiescence of her mother; he began using her for his weekly solace. The results were first Jan and then two years later, Sally. After that he decided it was less of a sin to use condoms than to continue to produce illegitimate offspring.Father Murphy was unaware of the family connection between the Bishop and the pregnant teenagers but had he been aware he would have worried less."Are.