Real “Animal House” of you, huh?But tonight will make everything better; your fraternity has been planning all month for a party that’s happenin... tonight at the frat house. It should be a real rager. Every detail has been looked into:-Alcohol- beer, punch, a half dozen types of liquor, you name it.-Music- DJ already setting up-Entertainment- Dance floor, Beer Pong, Bar, even Strip Poker in the basement“Party Favors”- Your dealer “Sketchy Greg” came through; weed, a little coke, even some Viagra. No lie, Lynn seemed to be just a straight-up bitch. While on the plane to Philadelphia, she bored me with work schedules and stuff, until eventually I just tuned her out entirely. Even inside of the airport, she seemingly would not shut the fuck up about anything. My thinking at the time was “Great, I’m stuck with a boring-ass bitch that rarely has fun.” We get to our hotel late in the evening (around 8:30 PM) and go to the hotel bar for dinner. We agree to briefly discuss work until we meet. " Not if you're in prison."Sheila knew that the taxi driver was impatient, but she also knew that the meter would take her credit card. That was a relief. She sat back in the cab and watched as he went up I-25 and then onto I-70 to the airport. When she boarded the plane, she saw that Greg had upgraded her again and she had a comfortable reclining seat in the front cabin. She sat back and thought, a hundred thousand dollars. Almost two years pay. For what? The flight attendant brought her a. ‘Did you miss me, Nick?’ she asks. She leans her head back, arching her back, running her fingers down her front, unbuttoning each button to her white blouse, but not taking if off. Her small skirt rides up her thighs, showing her pink thong panties underneath. ‘I missed you so much, Desire…’ I tell her, unzipping my pants. ‘Did you miss me?’ She nods her head, and slides her hand into her shirt, her other hand, under her skirt. ‘Want to play with me and my friend, Lana?’ Her question shocks.