She rubbed her bleary eyes and knew from the difficultyshe had in focusing her eyes that she was still drunk.But if she was drunk, Jerry Jensen was in...even worseshape. Her son couldn’t make it down the hall withoutbouncing off one wall and smashing into the other. “Jerry!” she snapped. “Where the hell have you been?It’s three in the morning.”Her son’s answer came out in a string like taffy beingpulled. His words were slurred, and she knew he wasstoned. Don’t be sorry again.. we are best friends now.” and took my hand in her hands. our hands tangled on the seat rest and often touching her right boob. Some times she leaned on me. We totally forgot about Deepak and were enjoying the movie like lovers.Suddenly my phone rang and while taking the phone of left pocket, my elbow hit her boob. It was Deepak, he said “i’m still talking to the police and he is asking 2k. I’ll not be able to come to the movie. You drop her at home. I’ll talk to her. Carol, after a phone call, noted that Mark would meet Julie onWednesday when he moved some of his stuff into the house. Carol would betaking care of the facilities.The house was twelve miles North from the Little Miss Muffin building.Carol had secured it from an executive rental agency that managed rentalsacross the U.S. for companies that moved executives around. It was amodest three bedroom home fully furnished and stocked from an inventory ofitems. It was intended to provide a more. He was an honest dude with principles, had been in love with Sarah for years, was just her age. As he finally confessed to her, he was walking to their meeting point with the face of a man going his last walk before an execution. He thought he had nothing to win here, but nonetheless, his sense of honour demanded for him to come true.But to his, and even more, my surprise, she said yes.This way, they became a couple.Kyle was a good guy. No, not a “good guy”, a genuinely good guy, who wanted.
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