See if he lets you say things like ‘yeah mom’.” We both snickered at the thought of Scott calling his dad, ‘mom’.We headed downstairs, and a... we descended the stairs to go outside, my cell phone went off letting me know I had a text. Scott stopped so fast I almost ran into him. He turned and looked back at me. “Who is texting you?”“Excuse me, but I know more people than just you.” I joked.“Well fuck you too.” He snapped back, and we both laughed. “Are you going to tell me who it is?”It wasn’t. Eating slow, and needing lots of things like extra mayo and iced-tea refills, I used everything I could think of to prolong my stay and draw her over to my table so that I could watch her cute little skirt flip back and forth against her sexy teenager legs as she walked back and forth from the bar to my table. She had my road-weary cock all in a frizzle by the time I finished my piece of fresh peach pie. If it wasn't for the clipboard that I had brought in with thoughts of doing some paperwork,. Having little else to do, I borrowed some of the sections of the paper from Mr. Meyers. I finished it and was halfway through a People magazine when we heard a shower running in the distance. A few minutes later, Sharon wandered in wearing sweats and with her hair a mess."Hey," she said as she went to get herself some coffee."Hey, yourself," I replied."Did you sleep well, honey?" Mrs. Meyers asked.Sharon nodded."Tina and I stayed up a long time talking," she explained. "I really like her, Joe!". She doesn?t recognize their location and the alley looksdeserted. This is the first time in weeks Lisa has glimpsedoutside and the daylight hurts her eyes.She closes the blinds releasing dust motes into the air. Lisaneeds to find the key to the deadbolt. But she?s starting tofeel really awful, like she is coming down with the flu orsomething worse. She enters the kitchen and looks in a few draws.A spoon and syringe lay on a badly stained countertop beside anold gas stove. Lisa doesn?t know.