"If you get need help, just call me," she said looking into his eyes. "I'll do whatever I can."David smiled at her and nodded his head catching the do...ble meaning in her statement. "Thank you. Again, you look great."It was a beautiful fall day, warm but not overly so and David felt good as he drove home. As he turned onto his street, he expected to see his sister's car in the driveway but didn't. "She must have had to work late again," he thought to himself.Something about that mysterious. It’s for damned sure that she wouldn’t stand a realistic chance of packing a 100,000-seat stadium in two weeks. Oh, and by the way, while I was sweeping up 10 years of debris that Liz managed to scatter across the country, I managed to put together a pretty decent marketing campaign for this show. And for this I get my ass jumped for daring to think I know how to do my fucking job. Fuck that! If I wanted this bullshit I could have stayed at the hospital.”Dom nodded thoughtfully and then reached. "Just don't take too long Mary," she laughed, "my cunt's flooding with cum and pussy juice." Maybe I could help out," said Vikki's mother as she walked in, leant over and kissed me passionately on the mouth with more than a little tongue. "I'm Julie Thompson, Vikki's mother," she added as she held out her hand for Patty to take."It is indeed a pleasure Julie," she said as she took the woman's hand before giving her a hug and a gentle kiss on the lips."Okay girl--" said Vikki's mother. "I froze. My lips parted. "Are you?"He brushed a lock of my hair out of my face. "Maybe."I hesitated, but not for long. Then, I backed out of the vault."I’m going to go make that call."#I met Michael Baptiste eleven years earlier, at Brown University, when he started dating my roommate, Marcia. He talked to me while she got ready to go out, teasing me for studying antiquities. I was too shy to hold my own.Marcia had no filter and no need for privacy."I’m sore,” she said one morning, sitting.