The wine coolers you got are for her, and I have a bottle of Buttershots. By the way, I got a good-sized catfish for you; I had some good luck fishing...earlier." I can always count on you for something good."Bonnie sat on the picnic table bench, quietly sipping on her wine cooler and wondering what was going to happen next. Susan finally got some plastic shot glasses and poured two Buttershots, and Henry pulled out a fifth of whiskey. Susan handed one of the drinks to Bonnie, and they downed the. He too had an accent although Jill had never heard a South African speak before, so she had no idea where he might be from. Nor did she care.“So I’m a cunt. What do you care? I don’t want to die! Let me live, okay? Fuck me or something if you want. I’ve been told I’m a really good fuck. Just tell me you’ll consider it, okay? Look. I know I’m nothing special but I can get you someone special. Two even.”“Nope, those two nice men gave us you as a present, so we love you! And no one has got eyes. I just don’t want to hurt you in any way. How was Friday night?”“We never made it out of Glenda’s dorm!”“Did you get ANY sleep?” I asked with a grin.“A few hours. I took a nap yesterday afternoon.”“You’re like the kid with the new toy!”“And you weren’t?”“Jocelyn’s accident happened before we could repeat what we’d done in Cincinnati and it was months before I did it again. I turned down a few opportunities, too.”“So you’ve gone long periods without it since you first did. Oh god, was heactually going to cry? He was a fucking girl. He swallowed hard, forcinghimself to stop, "I'm sorry." What?" I'm sorry, Danny. I should have said something." Danny looked down. Ifhe had felt uncomfortable before the film of tears across Art's eyes madehim feel worse. He made to move forwards, to put his hand on the shoulderof the girl sat in front of him, but stopped. He wasn't at that point,not yet. Instead h coughed a little and put his hand in his pocket."It's OK." Are you.