" The evening got underway with lots of wine, jokes, k**ding, sexy remarks, and leading statements. I once asked, "what are you guys going to do with...me tonight? I hope it is memorable." King would say, "If you are my date, get over here with me so I can squeeze you" I moved to sit by him and he put his arm around me and let it touch my breast a little bit. I didn't move his hand, he kissed me and whispered, "nice ones, mom". I giggled as I was getting drunk by now.By eleven o'clock, w we. ‘Have you heard the news? Your mother and Miguel are going to get married!’ she gleefully told Emerson as he dismounted. This was something that Emerson had seen coming, but had never accepted. He felt the need to hurt Maria, simply because she had been the one to voice it, and because she enjoyed telling him something she should know would devastate him. Emerson remembered how Maria’s laughter disappeared when he turned on her and snarled, ‘You people think you can become Americans by marrying. "Here." A mug of steaming liquid that smelled like a combination ofcinnamon and something citrus-like was shoved in front of his face. Samtook the mug and looked up at the person offering it. He found the pairof eyes from before, the eyes of the woman who only identified herself as"the Referee" Sam could now see who those eyes belonged to. She wasmostly human. She had a very light covering of soft fur, but for the mostpart she was bare with skin. Her eyes were set off by a sharp nose. Sinking to the ground, I get on all fours and start crawling towardsthe laundry room. Crawling is made much harder without the use of myarms. I have to inch along the floor palms down, my face inches fromthe ground. I have to turn my head to one side or the other toaccommodate the brush attachment. With my hands to the ground likethis, my face is too close to the ground for the brush.I reach the bathroom with the laundry bag in tow. I get myself to myfeet and find the 'Woolite'. Stooping over.