"Mmm, I like a man who wears boxers. Even a man who doesn't," she said as she pulled them down. "Oh, look here, I remember this. This is pretty much w...at started our friendship. Hmm, that makes it a little difficult to tell people how we met. Maybe we should dream up an alternate story?" I rather like the real story, Alex," as she pulled me by the hand to her bed as she swept back the covers. She turned and we embraced again, now her hand gripping me firmly, both of us knowing what we. She tried again and forced it into a loud whisper. Still no answer. She listened and heard nothing but her own breathing and heartbeat in her ears. With sudden alarm, she realized Ben was laying on the floor. The jolt of adrenaline from fear gave her the wherewithal to sit up and find him in just that state. His eyes were closed and he was laid out flat on his back. She rolled over trying to get off the couch. She slid instead and her face landed in his crotch with her legs still hung up. But the moment her breast brushes to my plan she had a little smile on her face. I didn’t gave much importance to it as I thought that was purely an accident. The moment my wife entered I could notice change in her behavior and change in her sitting position. She and my wife had a brief chat for 10 min during that she told that she is mother of 4 year kid and her husband is in UK with some company so just to kill the time she has started her tattoo studio. As It was gonna take more time so my. ‘Those are my cigarettes!’ She snatched them from the dashboard and lit one up for herself. ‘Um, could I have one too?’ asked Nick timidly. Michelle rolled her eyes in frustration and handed him one. ‘Jesus Christ,’ she muttered. ‘What the hell do you think th-‘ She was interrupted by something hitting the side of the car. The loud sound indicated that it was of moderate size. Matt sped up the car. ‘How much longer until we’re out of here?’ Matt asked. Michelle was shaken and didn’t answer for.