Then she had Leila follow her to the garage. She tossed an old comforter, two blankets and a sheet on the cement floor. “That’s your bed,” Delia...said. Then she pinched and pulled her bottom lip and said, “Pet!” Delia locked her best friend inside the garage and went back to sleep. Delia slept soundly and so did her husband. But Leila couldn’t sleep. She was fitful and morose, in need of another couple lines of coke, but she has left her vial in the living room. In the morning, Delia awoke. We sculpted the fantasy like we were on a honeymoon. We walked as lovers, spoke as lovers, shared meals as lovers, held each other as lovers and fucked like alien beasts on amphetamines. Our first stop was the John Shed Aquarium, where we enjoyed the sensuality of huge water animals gliding nearly effortlessly through the clear water. I hugged Murphy warmly from behind, the scent of her hair and the closeness of her soft body driving wood unseen but turgid against her bottom. Sometimes Murphy. She was on board to help. She explained that getting me to the NFL was one of their goals. I just shrugged it off."Now for the hard question, do we include Tracy?"I heard Kendal sigh. She is in a tough spot working for Tracy's Dad. So she tried to weasel out of the question."I don't know. What were you planning on her doing?" Wimp." Bite me." I'll see what I can do this weekend." You better not. I'll have Chuck take you out." Please, he is an old man. I would be afraid he would stroke out.". Getting away from them entirely without further entanglements would feel much better. * * * Monica Barnes had hoped to go full-blown slut that weekend. She’d done her blonde hair and put on her make-up with care. She had worn sexy, lacy black panties under her tiny black cocktail dress for her date Friday night. Monica had all kinds of plans for when and how to let her date take them off, and what she would do with him before and after. Mostly after. She had two days before Casey got back home,.