In a stunning display of not-knowing-when-to-give-the-fuck-up, though,Kevin was back at Max's party the following night, downing booze andlooking for ...ail. And, of course, making sure that whore from the nightbefore wasn't around. He wasn't up for another run-in like that.This night was different, though. Within about an hour of the partygetting into full swing, Kevin saw a blonde girl, tits the size ofgrapefruits, wearing a little black dress and evidently taking advantageof every alcoholic. I realized what she had been planning to do with the money later I when if found a confirmation email from a travel agency on my laptop. It was confirming our reservations for a Honeymoon Trip to Hawaii.Which brings us back to the question of how I found myself in such a pitiful state in the first place? Well, the answer is Stupidity! That's how! My own stubborn, irrational stupidity! Because if it weren't for my own stupidity, I wouldn't have found myself exiled to the couch for six months,. I've always lovedspanking a lovely bum. I walked around to her front and shook my head sadly. She had let thehair grow on her pussy again. I hate a hairy pussy; it just gets in theway. Well, that was going to have to go. I wish I had my waxing kit. What a luscious pleasure that is, ripping the wax and hair out from herpussy. I untied her feet so she could walk, and d**g her into thebathroom. I undressed and started a warm shower, leaving her bound andgagged I forced her in and stepped. ”“Beware Litha,” he whispered, remembering a warning that he had interpreted as a joke. “It’s midsummer, isn’t it?”“Yes. The shortest night of the year. The night when the faeries come out to play and almost anything is likely to happen.”“Like Shakespeare.”“I am your Titania and you are my Bottom,” she said, pressing against him and stroking his buttocks under water.“Am I such an ass as that?”“You’ve tried pretty hard lately, but no. It’s not all your fault. We all tried to help and ended up.