After a normal week of rescuing my boss's ass and clearing up other people's fuck ups, I was looking forward to an easy weekend. I was in my apartmen... waiting for my girlfriend and her BFF to show up. We were going to eat dinner, have a few drinks, then go to bed for a threescore. Or so I expected. I waited until 8. Then I heard a soft tap on the door. Of course it was them. The pair was quite a study in contrasts. My girlfriend, Sissy, was 5'10", 190 pounds , 38D-26-36, shoulder length brown. Propane heaters keep it warm enough for my purpose. I wrap her in a blanket, load her onto a gurney I found, secure her with rubber strapping, wheel her in. Time for some modification. Drooling, she tries to get her mouth to work, nothing-it just opens and closes. She's stoned but her eyes flicker open and closed, blinking at the intensity of my photography lights. I go to finish off the vocal cords-no startling pain-between the d**gs and the novacaine-a little incision takes them out. After the dates didn't add up, mom kicked dad to the curb (or, as she puts it, "they're taking a break", but we all know what that usually means)."But you don't have to give up anything, so of course it doesn't bother you. Aunt Debbie is getting my whole room to herself, why can't you two bunk up?" Heather replied, crossing her arms under her breasts and giving a pouting face. She usually isn't this childish, guess she really cares about her privacy. "Chris is having to sleep in the living. They were pleased to see us this morning, but it was obvious that they hadn’t been at all concerned by our absence; they’ve gotten very used to your folks.”“Do that. You’ve had three years with your babies, now you deserve some special time, without them, doing adult things together once again. You gonna fly out, come see us one long weekend, maybe?” I grinned, “We’ll show you LA from the daaaaarrrk side?”That made him laugh out loud. I’m always portrayed as the strait-laced (as in ‘boring’).