My mom asked me whether he can come or not so I was like I’m OK if you don’t mind. So she was more than happy to call him up.They sat in the front...room and were talking and I was in my room and was feeling sleepy. So I came out and saw them sitting very close and told mom I’m sleeping. My mom was wearing tight leggings and a satin top from which her bra line could be easily seen. I went to my room and imagined that there is going to be some action tonight. And I slept.I woke up in the middle of. The moon was just rising over the skysc****rs, and you realized that you weren't going to be making it down to your favourite bar in time for happy hour. You pulled out your cellular phone, figuring to make quick work of this issue, only to realize you had zero indiciation of coverage, which wasn't going to help your evening's plans."So much for pimps and hos," you sighed to yourself as you resigned yourself to fate and turned your four-ways on. You wondered what a sight you'd make to passing. And there began the games, she listened and he talked, vice versa. At some point he left and she totally thought he was boring. She had at that point noticed a new prey. Dark wavy hair… her head will always turn when she sees it, for that was her image of her perfect man, the man she had had a dream about, which she believed was a vision of her future. Yet this guy she saw now was dismissed as he was so obviously taken. Then Stuart returned. The games began again, more intense. She flirted, he. Its more like she wants to tell me I have lipstick on my teeth but is afraid to. Its cool... but if she want it she can get it!!!!!!....One bottle down and Tracy and I are so convinced that the office is empty so we laughing loud, letting our hair down and kickin off shoes. We hear a knock at the door. At first I thought it was a sound from the stereo, but we heard it again. I walked over and turned down the music thinking it was the cleaning crew coming to take out my trash. "Who is it?" Tracy.