If you told me you didn't want to be together tonight because you were going to a beer and bong bash, I'd still love you. I'd worry more, but I'd stil... love you."Sophia laughed. "I think I knew that. But it was nice to hear, anyway. I really do like reading more than partying. I suppose I always did; I just forgot. But I worry about my image, more than I should. Reading Shakespeare and getting good grades just is not done in my crowd." Actually, Soph, you do other things that I'd bet aren't. .. or beer hall ... waitress. Low cut blouse with a flouncy skirt and button boots. She carried off the low cut extremely well. Plush is the word ... very plush. Bouncy plush.“Hi, Angie ... love your outfit,” said Dot, in an attempt to defuse a tense moment.She gave a withering look at Mr. Porter, “Billy ... you told me you had dumped Angie two weeks ago.”Of all the things that could be said guaranteed to escalate a situation, Dot picked the best one.The younger Mr. Porter ... he of the three. I got what I wanted. The next morning we spent in bed, cuddling, talking. "That was some fun." "I liked last night," I said. "Did you?" "You bet." He asked: "Would you really do that with someone else?" I told him I thought it was pretty exciting, just with him pretending to be a stranger. "Did you mind that guy seeing you going down on me?" "It made it even better." Tom said "The whole evening was a major turn on for me. I'd like you to do that, maybe even more, so long as you would end up. Help me up so I can get it out. It will go sour if you leave wet laundry too long in the washing machine." She struggled to rise."I'll do it," he told her. "You just sit back and take it easy." Jimmy rose from the couch and went out to the back porch. He removed the wash from the Maytag and hang it on the clothesline. It was dark by the time he returned to the living room.Ruby was exhausted; it had been a hard day. She needed to get ready for bed and wanted Jimmy to help her. She could have.