Franklin was having a difficult time taking this all in.  There was only one application he had made that he did not want his folks knowing about.... and... well to think that Mrs. Cleaver was running that show.... that was impossible, right.   Yet here he was with two women, both of whom had been the objects of many a masturbation session, acting like he was the prize stud on a horse farm.<br/><br/>He stared down at Sheena's breasts as she lifted them.<br/><br/>"Mrs Cleaver... let me get this strait... you will pay me to umm.... " what to say?  Fuck?....<br/><br/>"ummm to hand out tonight with the Sheena?  Do I understand that correctly?"<br/><br/>He listened as Sheena ticked off the places she wanted to go.  He had never been to any of them.  His drinking experience was limited to places that were cheap and had a more relaxed attitude about fake ID's or consisted of frat parties and copious amounts of "blow your lunch punch".  He was 20... well almost 20.  Any place that charged a cover was not in his plans.<br/><br/>"So, yeah, if that is what you want.  I can hang out with Sheena tonight."<br/><br/>"And what the fuck do I tell my parents?"  he thought.<br/><br/>"I better take a shower first though." he said.