" No problem, Mrs. Peters," he responded as he put the truck in gear."Please - Regina. I'm feeling old enough right now." Regina. I like that."After l...oking at him in confusion for a second, it dawned on her. "You didn't even know my name, did you?" I'd never heard anyone say it. Amy called you Mom and Mr. Peters always called you Dear. Anyway ... No problem, Regina."The truck rolled on, heat finally starting to flow as the engine warmed. Regina glanced over at the young man in the opposite. Her face was unrecognizable behind two black eyes and a broken nose. I pushed dad's hand away."Hey look," he said "I got a little drunk, you know how it is." He looked a little embarrassed, but not at all repentant. "I never would have left your mom and the girls behind if it wasn't for these fucking sluts. Look, it's not my fault. I tried to get them to pick her up last night but it was too late." I didn't say anything, but behind me Carmen started to cry. Dad tried some more, but all he. ’ I thought to myself. I looked around the room but I couldn’t discern anything else different and I wondered again about her mention of a show. I took another step into the room and Carol got up from her seat, picked up a full tumbler of bubbly from the nightstand, walked the three steps across the room to handed me my drink. The sway of her body as she walked toward me held much in the way of promise of things to come. My cock jumped quickly from half-mast to full bloom in a matter of a. It wasn't a long enough dress for me to bend or even lean over. The top of it pushed my boobs together so that they were almost spilling out. It was a strapless dress, but was in no danger of falling down because it was so tight on my slim body.The bar had a three-person deep line to get to the front. I gave a few sly grins to guys next to me and they let me maneuver in front of them. People were packed together, so I had to press against them which was my own way of saying thank you.I leaned.