" My mouth goes dry. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you are not a size six." Shelly looks at me with tears welling up in her eyes. "I know I...m not. I really am a size 12. Just guys don't like women that wear a size 12, and the clothes that they have for size 12's are not always very sexy." "Lets look and see what we can find you can always look classy. Men like classy looking woman, and I know if you look classy you will attract much better men then Teddy." I grab her hand. We walk. While Pete looked for drink the others made themselves comfortable, Carl got another syringe and pumped more drug in to Richard, he smiled at Richards attempts to stop him, "Oh come on Richard, don't you want us to play with your lovely wife, you'll enjoy watching her get hammered and don't worry we won't inject her, well not yet, no its more fun making her drink it, after all we don't want her completely lifeless, we want her to have some feeling of us fucking the shit out of her."Pete called. He loves me,” I defensively retorted. Fucking Marcus and his stupid ass jokes. “Yeah, people who love each other all the time get it on with other people. Just get in the fuckin’ car. I’m fuckin’ hungry as hell after playing some Priiiimetime shutdown corner football!” Marcus emitted. I rolled my eyes and begrudgingly opened the passenger door and sat down. From my purse, I pulled out my phone and began texting Chelsea to let her know that I had a ride, while Marcus exited the parking lot.. "You don't need to walk me to the door. Let's say good-night here, OK?" She said and scooted over a bit and leaned to kiss me.We kissed once, and then again. We broke and smiled looking in each other's eyes, almost nose to nose.Before I could speak she said, "I had a really great time tonight. You're as special as you are good looking and charming. Not many of you guys left. I hope we can go out again." She said as she sat back and reached into her purse and took out her professional card with.