I refilled my cup. Turned and ran smack into Kim, who was lurking right behind me.Kim is Van’s side-kick and long-time bestie. The two are like Moos... and Squirrel. Kim is tall, big bodied, huge rack, and a doofus. Van is short, quick, and the brains of the operation. Van boogies, and Kim drinks. So, I wasn’t surprised to literally run into Kim, next to the beer dispenser.She had gotten miles past drunk. In fact, she was toasted. I said, “Hey Kim, how’s work?”; as I wiped the beer off the front. " She slowly moved towards me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and motioned me to sit down. I obliged of course. As she got closer, her breasts were right in my face. "Hey sailor. Looking for a good time? Eh? Anything?" "Look, you're gorgeous, but I feel like this covers up too much. Try going way the other direction, and we can go up from there."She winked at me. "You know I like you more and more each time you open your mouth." She turned and took that off. She got herself into a very. We both sat down, and I put in my earbuds and cranked the music on my phone.I always put together a unique playlist for once I’m on the course, usually with a collection of up-tempo, hard-driving songs, but I always listen to the same playlist before the race. It is decidedly much more mellow, and relaxes me as I stretch myself out and do a few visualization techniques that I learned in counseling over the years.It starts with a hymn I grew up with that is based on Psalm 95. Every time I listen. " She said softly. "You wont take anything. I'm not letting you drive my car for him." I stated with an attitude. "Well, we will just see then." Barked Tiffany. I just rolled my eyes and walked away. But Tiffany saw me because she sees everything. As I walked passed her, she grabs my arm. "Shay, are you mad at me?" She asked. "No, I am not. But you're still not taking the car." I said as I snatched away from her. Tiffany pinned me against the wall and began tickling me. I laughed and laughed.