After falling through the kitchen door and crashing against a table bringing several glasses spilling to the floor, Frank decided it was time for Jimm... to go. He wasn’t overjoyed when Frank asked him to help Sandra with her drunken cargo, but nevertheless he reluctantly agreed to the task. The journey to Sandra’s house wasn’t considered a long walk, but when you’re carrying a dead weight he knew it would be some time before they were able to return to the party. There was an uncanny. Please mister."I could see the tears shimmering in her eyes."Do you know anything about this type of machine? It's not actually sewing, we monogram premade shirts and hats, right now." Not a thing. But if it uses needle and thread, I'll figure it out."I held out my hand."Can you be here Saturday around nine? I'll have my partner give you a little training."The tears flowed unchecked as she shook my hand."I'll be here. Thank you mister, you won't regret it."She turned to leave and I stopped. She looked up to see the green eyed man, backed up by the bartender holding a baseball bat. The two men turned and ran out the door as fast as their drunken feet could take them. The bartender smiled, went back behind the bar and placed a drink in front of Sarah. “Gin and Tonic, it’ll help calm your nerves, on the house.” Normally Sarah wouldn’t drink a single drop, but she felt so shaken she picked up the drink and downed almost half of it in one mouthful. She sat there for a while, trying. I just hate my mom.” ”Oh come on, baby. She’s not too bad.” He smiled. “You know your mom loves you.” ”Yeah…” I arched my back a bit, as if stretching, to focus his attention yet again towards my body. Oh god, the naughty. The taboo. I could feel myself getting wet. Hold back, Dani. This is not one of your fantasies, this is real life. And in real life, situations like these never end well. I think… “I do love her too, I suppose.” I made a face while saying those words, as if they tasted.