‘But good?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ ‘You want a drink or something?’ ‘Yes please.’ I cleaned up a bit and got dressed, and when I came back in she...had rolled onto her side, slightly curled up, dozed off. I pushed the door shut with my shoulder, a smile stuck on my face and a tight feeling in my chest. I left the glass of Coke by the bedside and let her sleep, retrieving my laptop and setting it up on my desk. I was sure some of my noises and clunking around must have disturbed her, but she never moved. A. Somethingthat I wouldn't do. Biene was lovely and dear, but that piece was forme alone.I'd also thought of bringing scissors - to cut the ribbons from mybraids.##Mrs. Weber was in a hurry and was out the door shortly after I arrived.Right away Mark assailed me. "Did you bring me a dress?"Ho, ho. He really wanted to do this. I'd boned up about this on theinternet, and learned that little boys are like this rather frequently,but I didn't want to deceive his mother. I liked her and didn't wantour. Her personal grooming check complete, Linda nervously killed the engineand stepped out of the car. Swinging her purse over her shoulder shestepped towards the two storey Cape Cod. Suddenly she remembered thatshe had forgotten a critical item in her reporting directions and quicklyretreated to the car. She reached into the back seat and extracted thefour inch black stilettos and awkwardly replaced the ballet shoes shewore for the drive. She glanced apprehensively at the house to see ifher. Rick and Trudy were committed to each other and no cheap whore was going to come between them. Trudy was certain of Kristina's whore status. Wasn't her aunt a whore? It wasn't any secret that her two daughters were illegitimate and by two different guys. There was even a rumor that Rita was fucking everyone in town with a prick in his pants.Trudy had just seen Kristina walk into an area behind a building that was sometimes used as a make out spot since it was out of sight from the rest of the.