" Francine Martel, you have to love her or strangle her.She went to find Christine, while I went to tell Elspeth. It turned out they were together. El...peth was trying to learn something about something. With Christine, that is a recipe for frustration. I mimed a keyboard, to which Christine smiled and nodded. I bumped two fists together and nodded to Francine. Same song, second verse. As they left, I heard Francine say something about teaching body language.Elspeth was worried. I explained that. I thought for sure she was disgusted. She didnt put cloths on. Just wrapped in a small blanket from the foot of her bed, grabbed my hand and said "lets go get those beers". We sat and sipped for 15 minutes. She did all of the talking and I sat there awkwardly thinking about her and feeling a little guilty. I blamed the alcohol at the time. She knew I was feeling something as she asked me if I had boxers on or if I needed to borrow some of her pajamas. I gladly accepted her pajamas. I needed a. So I had her get across my lap and take a few. I didn’t hit her as hard though. Yes, she liked it because her nipples tingled and her pussy drooled.The next day after school Mom asked if we wanted to go out to dinner. To us, going out meant Burger King. However, Mom said that she was taking us to Applebee’s. Then she told my sister to put on her skimpiest top and skirt without a bra or panties. Mom did the same and said that it was for my benefit.Before we took off, Mom set down a few. Her face was turning red and as she scrambled to sit back. I found this really weird behavior for her but figured it had something to do with the alcohol. We finished our meals and Brittany asked if she could have one more drink before we left. It didn't bother me any, I was already drinking water because I still had to drive us home. We paid our bills separately, being just friends and all headed out of the restaurant. When we got outside near the car, Brittany was acting really strange. She.