As I lay there, I did something I hadn't done for years, I cried in my self pity and frustration over the unjustness of it all. All I had wanted to do...was to help a little girl have a better life without being abused. How had it all gone so wrong?I got up and grabbed the clothes Myrna had brought me and got dressed. Then I walked out of the hospital headed for the nearest bar. I found one about three blocks from the hospital and took a table way in the back. I ordered a fifth of whiskey and a. Catherine gathered Bonnie into her arms, and pulled her into the house, holding the sobbing, crying woman close. ‘I’m so sorry,’ Bonnie said into Catherine’s shoulder. Then she added: ‘I’ve already apologized to the whole crowd at the party, and I just wanted to come and apologize to you.’ Bonnie moved away and then moved toward the door. Catherine shot a glance at Rafael, who understood immediately and merely shook his head ‘yes’. ‘Come and have a drink with us, Bonnie!’ Catherine said. ‘It’s. "You don't mind, do you, babe? I'm feeling kinda drowsy," she looked up and asked me, smiling innocently, and she wrapped her dainty hand around my back as she lay her head on my lap. I looked down at the sight of her slender body laying on its side, with her jeans highlighting the alluring curves of her firm ass."Umm, I hope you realize that I might 'rise to the occasion', if you catch my drift," I informed her with a wide grin, alluding to the likely consequences of my cock being so close in. . except it really isn’t. The conditions of the bet said I had to write up what happened and post it. It didn’t say that I had to use my real name. So, Sue is close enough. I will use made up names for everybody involved and change the name of the city. Everything else is correct.It all started because Tyson’s Corner is almost exactly half-way between Boston and Atlanta.What does that have to do with it?That means that a lot of the young people who work for the government here are from Boston–.