A tall blonde hair man met us at the door. “Cathy, did you not once ask me if I was waiting tables or hooking?” I asked with a smile. “I know Sherri told me I made her mommy cry but that they were happy tears,” John replied rubbing at my back. Rod looked at Cathy as he said, “That’s his scar from the Vietnam War.”
“I thought it was a tattoo at first as it is a perfect X,” Cathy replied. Sherri went to John’s pants leg and she tugged at it while looking up to him. I heard a knock at our door. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering,” as he tilted his head to me. Robert had one hand on the back of my head as his other pinched and pulled at my tits. He grabbed my legs and lifted them to the seat. When I turned, John looked deeply into my eyes and I had to turn away once more before he saw my look of shame.
