I swear it wasn't my imagination!"Eileen started giggling, rolling her eyes, "Oh, Dave? Bloody hell, Maz! When will you two finally get it on?" It's n...t funny!" I retorted. "I swear he plays hot and cold. Sometimes I get 'the look' and sometimes he doesn't seem to notice me at all." I glanced round as a crowd suddenly made their way to the dance-floor as the old Stones' classic, 'Satisfaction', began to play."C'mon, Maz, I love this one," she said with a comical 'Mick Jagger' pout. "Let's go up. She was the slutty type of sorority chick that only wore outfits that revealed everything and was constantly DTF. I could tell she was wet as soon as I grabbed her thick ass and felt her cream drip down down her bare legs. Her lips said she wanted it and I did too. I didn't know her name, but I didn't need to know when I filled her cunt full of my seed. I fucked her so hard, her tits could have hammered in nails as they flung free out of her tanktop. White goop stained my shorts, since I wasn't. ’ ‘Could I speak with her?’ I asked. ‘There will be plenty of time for that, Mr. Carver. We want to keep you both overnight for observation. It seems unlikely, but we want to be sure that neither of you suffered a concussion. In the meantime, you have some people that are anxious to see you.’ * * * * * The first to slip past the curtain around my bed was Diane. She threw herself on the bed and wrapped her arms around me. I tried to stifle my cry of pain and failed. She jumped back as if I were. Gary Mitchell would come for that. Then Ruth Dixon started playing the electric organ, and Jen turned her attention to the service.She’d put a good deal of care into the sermon. It was the only sermon of hers that her grandmother or Rachel would ever hear, one of the very few that her parents would ever hear. Hell! It was one of the few that some of the parishioners present today would hear. Not that anybody would remember it.David might. She looked fondly at her fiancé during one of the hymns..