It was hard not to laugh at how absurd it must look if you saw four naked women on the ground holding their ass cheeks apart to show their cunt and as...hole and my husband with his back to us pretending not to notice.“Dad, do you want something?” Justin asked Stefan.“I want a lot of things, son but your mom isn’t going to be able to give me back my dignity,” Stefan told Justin.I farted.It wasn’t a huge Waverly fart. It was a tiny little toot, but it was timed so perfectly that it sounded like I. Anyway, that hospice has been shut ever since, so they must be holding an investigation: if something bad happened, they’ll sort it out. Besides, what’s that got to do with that book of yours?”“Claire, Eva loved her parents so much…”“‘Loved’? Jesus fucking Christ, Alison, not again! Not so long ago you were telling me how awful love is!” Claire switched to doing an impression of Alison in self-righteous mode: “‘It’s ideas like ‘love’ which take the decent, free-fucking youth of our society and. She turned back to me. “She’s hot.” “Yes she is.” A loaded moment passed, and I wondered if she would be angry at me. It was admittedly rude to be looking at other women while out on a date. I wasn’t sure of her reaction. I waited. “Would you make a pass at her if I weren't here?” I still couldn’t tell how she was feeling. I didn’t know what to say. I decided to test the waters. “Yeah, I might buy her a drink.” “Would you fuck her?” She emphasized the word “fuck,” so that it came out hard and. When they got the call, Jaime had to crash his way into the party, across the entire house, then guess which way we'd gone. He'd heard the ruckus and got there in the nick of time, although a minute or two earlier would have been nice.I looked up during a pause in the story-telling, and Man-mountain was stepping through the doorway. The crowd parted and I saw he was carrying Sheri in his arms. She looked rough, bruised, her hair a mess, dress missing. She had a hospital gown on, and her leg was.