"Friday night I showed up at Justine's apartment dressed in a sport jacket and slacks with a dark t-shirt underneath. Shades of Don Johnson, but with ... small spare tire.Justine's roommate answered the doorbell wearing cutoffs and a stained white undershirt that showed her full but sagging tits. The nipples were poking out and quite visible through the thin garment."Are you the jerk who wants to date old horse face?" No bitch, I'm the man who is taking Justine out, your date just puked in the. “My college dropout returns home.”“That’s me,” Terri said, and stomped upstairs.* * *The old house was too large for just a Mom and a Daughter. It sprawled amiably in most directions, centered loosely around a wood-paneled staircase that pinwheeled up three floors. When Terri was young she had liked to play in the outskirts, checking out the sealed rooms with cloth-covered furniture.It wasn’t until she was older that the oppressiveness of the huge edifice started to get to her. She had already. We tried to fight off the fatigue with silly romantic small talk, but our conversation grew tired almost immediately. I knew I couldn’t evade sleep much longer. I was just making the transitional entrance to sleep, where reality and dreams blend together, when I felt Kelly move even closer to me. Her hand lightly rubbed my chest as her lips, soft and gentle, found my neck. Slowly and tenderly she kissed my neck, her body moving against me, and I again longed to taste her mouth on mine. I. .you know, to reciprocate. And I couldn't. I couldn't do that. So she...she left me that way. All night, Michael. She left me tied up all night." She had been trying to look me in the eye as she told me this, and sometimes succeeding; but now she closed her eyes and hugged herself, as if she were cold. "Oh Jesus," she said. "It was so...I was so...I couldn't..." She stopped. She was panting a little. I didn't say anything. Then finally she opened her eyes and her voice was.