With a nice piece of meat like that, you can feel free to come in with it out anytime you like. My car is that little red one right over there. If you...see that there, then I'm the one taking the orders." From that day forward, if she was the person on duty, I left the handkerchief on the seat and let her see all of my boner she wanted. She would always find something to talk about as she stared at my cock and I stared at the cleavage she so amply displayed, leaning out the window with her. ”“It’s not? I thought we were best friends.” I don’t mean all the indignation in my tone, but this hits the heart of the issue. Reyna and her beautiful eyes are all secondary to getting my best friend back.“Were?”“Are. Best friends. You and me. We’ve known each other forever. Then all of the sudden you get a girlfriend, dump Jace, and block me out.”“But this is why I haven’t talked to you about any of this. I knew you wouldn’t understand. God, you can be so judgmental.”I stare at her. A dozen. It was Wednesday night. No one would expect her to be there. She had not turned on a light, she had not moved from the kitchen chair. She had upset the alien’s timing. She searched the pantry for cans of chicken broth. She bought them by the case at the wholesale mega giant. It had been her primary form of nourishment for weeks. Opening a large can she poured broth into a mug and some into a small cup. She warmed them up just a bit and carried them to the living room along with the ice bag.. About 20 min. later Teresa and Michelle made their entrance. If the males in the audience were appreciative of the way Barbara had dressed for the evening, they were thanking the fashion gods when they got a look at Teresa and Michelle. A few female heads were turned as well, but they were less appreciative and more jealous."Well, it looks like there's a contest on who could look the cheapest. The middle school principal, Teresa Scalia or Barbara Anderson." said one female onlooker to.