She dropped her panties stepping from the flimsy items, leaving them on the floor to save bending and to preserve her dignity as long as she could, he... legs opened, her back still to him. That flannel flashed between the legs, he could see her knuckles below the crutch as it slid back and forth. She twisted and the soapy flannel slid over her narrow buttocks, and her arse, She rinsed the flannel and refilled the sink. Then she asked him to wash her back which in the tiny hut he could do. She was the manager of the coffee joint and would have to chase us kids out when ever she got irrtated with our long stays over single cups of coffee, taking up lots of table space in the trendy french quarter cafe. "Dyke." one of the gutter punk guys would snicker. And Irene would stare them down and order them out with her booming voice. One time during a awful drunken night during Mardi gras, I saw Irene beat the snot out of a silly redneck from Idaho, I never knew what he did to offend. More

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