After hearing that conversation yesterday, I was sad for her that she didn't think that guy would call her. I mean, I'd have called, even though I tho...ght she was a fruitcake when I first met her. Why do women only have the hots for the jerks, and then complain that all guys are jerks?And I chugged down Darcie and Francesca's piss bottle again. Darcie's shit was still hot and syrupy. Darcie also cleaned the gunk out of her bellybutton and fed it to me off the tip of her finger. Just another. We had another drink and went to bed, I had a shower and jerked off of course.Second AttemptThis was the first time that Paul and Jace had hung out at my place and a big weekend of partying was planned. They arrived at my place Friday afternoon after work. It was a nice day so we went for a quick swim, then sat outside having a few drinks, BBQ’d and had a few more drinks. The idea was to go down to the pub but we were shooting the shit and getting along.I found out later that Jace was nervous. Hartwell climbing the steps. She had a long, heavy coat wrapped around her and snow stuck to her boots. Her face was bent with anger, and apparently, I was the focus of that rage.Olive stepped between us. “Slow down, sister,” she said with benevolent certitude. “Whatever this young man has done, you need to give him a chance to explain before you fry him.”So much for good sex dousing her beliefs that I’m some sort of troublemaker.Mrs. Hartwell glared at Olive. Her eyes flicked up at me for a. "Tracy climbed over Coach Baxter and sat on the other side of him, allowing Clifford to get close to him."Go on Clifford, just touch him." Jesus, the things I do for you," muttered Clifford. He cautiously reached over and touched the coach's dick. He was surprised to see it jump under his touch."There see? It worked, Clifford. Keep going."Clifford looked up at her."You can't be serious." I want to see you get it hard. Do it for me, Clifford. Please?" Shit. That's not fair, you know I would do.