Do I even have to say that? You can just assume that unless stated otherwise.Vickie and I are getting along famously. She's helping me with my finance...course-work. Thankfully, she wears sweatshirts and no makeup. We don't talk about things like me tittyfucking her, or handcuffs, or anything. I slap her ass once in a while, she doesn't mind.But something tells me not to push it. Is it her, or is it just me being a wimp?Thursday night, Mom informs us that she's taking Friday off! Time for her. Like us."I'm sorry for you, Cindy," I said. I kissed her cheek. Sometimes that works.It did, at least a little bit. She got some of her smile back.That's good, too. Because when I saw the cake at my birthday party, it was in the shape of one of those little pony things you see advertised on the kids' channels on TV. I am NOT a fan. Everybody knows I am not a fan, the person who knows it best is Cindy, so I blamed her. It was good cake. So delicious and moist.And yes, Cindy was the push behind. "She raised her eyebrows as she sipped her wine."And?" And you do the same for me."I showed her the magazine, open at the page with the advertisement on it, the one with the picture of a bald headed girl urinating onto the bald head of another stunningly beautiful girl. The caption read simply, "Join us." and beneath it was an internet address."Tell me I'm wrong," I said as I looked into her eyes, "And I'll do the job for nothing and not only that, I'll give you whichever wig you choose,. I also know that you are right about him. Just watch your backsides with him."The meal was fantastic. I was thinking that if ever that Herman Hessmanor Bill Wallace needed a spare cook, they could call Adolf. After thedessert, I tried to go to the bathroom. I felt like I was on my boat inrough water. Bobbie said, "Nicole, it is a good thing I'm driving. Youcan barely stand."Before I could respond, Belle said, "Bobbie, dont speak so fast. Youdont look so hot right now as well."I had to say,.