" I don't," I said before throwing my hand to my mouth in shock. I hadn'tmeant to say anything. Shutting my eyes I felt myself die a bit on theinside,...hoping beyond hope that he hadn't heard me. I felt the chair beingturned and lifted up my feet to allow it, moving my hands to my side. Iknew I must be facing him now but refused to open my eyes to confirmit. "Eddie," I said with a hint of pleading in my voice."Faggot," he replied. "Freckled faggot fuck in my house." I felt fleshagainst my lips. I could not takemy eyes of her breasts that where only just inside her low cut topshowing a ton of flesh and her chunky legs where standing in highheeled shoes and wrapped in black silk. She flopped down on thesofa beside Bob and her dress flew up her chunky legs showing thetops of what I could see now where stockings, she didn’t bother topull it back and I had trouble not staring at her white flesh abovethe stockings. Bob gave her a drink and asked what she had been uptoo and she blushed. .." Did she have to point out that he had no life, too?"You don't mind, do you?" Mind? Of course not, kick him while he's down, why mind? --Wait, mind what? "Taking off and coming back."Coming back? The words couldn't leave his mouth fast enough. "No, of course not." I'll pay you for gas and tolls and stuff." Yeah." He wondered if it was obvious that he was trying not to jump up and down cheering. "Um, what time?" Well, if I don't call you before, like, 11:30? Is that enough time?" Here at. Dryly I replied, "You might be. In fact, my mom may kill us both."It only drove Phil to even more agitation and fear. I thought Momwouldn't really kill us, but if she couldn't find a way to change usback, then she might make us legally dead. I kept quiet however towardsPhil.It took us quite a while to reach my house, we had to travel through thebackstreets and keep out of sight. We were both very afraid of gettingmugged or hassled.Finally we arrived at the back door and stepped into the.