J-Nine and I went to the kitchen to make up another batch, a bit larger this time while M greeted our young candy grabbers and invited the parents to ...ur party. J-Nine poured the two bottles of vodka into the cauldron as I was pouring the quarts of Bloody Mary mix but, some way or another, the mixture splashed up and covered J-Nine's shirt. Knowing that she and M were the same size, roughly, I took her upstairs to the bedroom to get her another t-shirt. This may be where we made the mistake. She was a housewife at mid thirties and did all the work at home alone. I think it’s all those work that helped her to maintain her physique. During my semester leaves I used to go to their house to use the Internet, not because I didn’t had one with me, but the downloading pack was unlimited over there. My cousin worked at a private sector and would leave home by 9 and be back home by 5. Her kids were in 9th and 5th respectively. Our families were close and they used to visit us often. The. "You killed student government. And on my first day." I killed... ? Your first day? Somebody give me a map, cause I'm lost."Tami slipped her arm around me and her hand into my back pocket. "Did you know Danny Kelly moved?" I heard he was going to. He's gone?" My arm wound it's familiar way around Tami and my hand plunged into her back pocket."Friday was his last day. He probably would have said goodbye, but you didn't make it through the day." Thanks for not rubbing that in, by the way," I said. Your jeans hang dangerously low, the waistband of your boxers clearly showing of the top of the denim. You shut the refrigerator door as my knock echos throughout the apartment. You feel yourself twitch slightly in your jeans, remembering the trench coat and boots that hid the beautiful skin that you so desperately craved. Opening the front door, you feel your breath catch in your throat seeing the red trench coat and black boots again. You can tells somethings not right, though. For one, you.