It said “Dean” on his shirt “Well, what kinda cash you got on you, to make us want to help you?” He leered at Dana, secretly hoping that they didn’t have any money and she’d soon be stripping for them on the pool table. Milf sex He thought one dollar per song would encourage the dancer to continue. A song came on and everyone started to hoot and holler. They did not appear like men who took their grooming tips from GQ Magazine. He did not know what was going to happen to Dana. It is yours if you agree to assist in extricating my vehicle from the excavation that I inadvertently drove into.” Once again, the group looked at each other, scratched their Mullet Haircuts, and Dean said “Fuck, what did you say? The room went quiet. No one in this “Name sewn on the shirt’ gang could have made this comment, since they would be clueless about what a processing fee was).
