” She said it like, “Doesn’t everyone buy whiskey and drink it on the way home?” She was drunk. She was slurring her words. When she climbed ...ut of her Chrysler, she almost fell. “Aren’t you going to ask me up to your condo?” “Well I would, but you are so drunk, I’m afraid you would fall on your ass before you got there.” That is what I should have said. Instead I drove her home. She was too drunk to drive. So where is it written that when a drunken woman comes uninvited to a male’s. Having other fans to cheer with made it so much better. Of course he’d have them bring the beer and Myrtle would have some snacks ready to serve. Them exciting commercials and that halftime entertainment was just frosting on the cake for Buddy.Myrtle liked them ballgames too but she had a whole different take. She didn’t mind waiting on the boys because she could put on a cute little, with emphasis on little, outfit and show off her nice titties and trim buns. That always attracted interest. Out of a small bag she pulled out a new dress for the evening and she slipped it over her head and arranged it. The show was over and she was heading for the door.I fast-forwarded the rest of the tape but there was nothing else, now I had to make a decision of what to do now. It was obvious that Mr Burton had placed the camera there, for one must assume to watch the storeroom for thefts but he had caught something completely different. I could just replace the tape but I dearly longed to keep. ” I remained silent. What could I say? What could I do? “Well Jeff. Nothing to say? But you know what happens if you lie, don’t you.” “Can’t we discuss this Sis?” I pleaded with Jessica. I knew I had been reeled in and was about to be turned over my big sister’s lap and have those slippers and hairbrush used on my bare bottom “No Jeff. We really wanted to go to the shops and you went to a football game instead. Is that fair?” “I guess not.” I didn’t think I was going to get away with it now.