“At least I don’t think they did, but he could have not painted me up and dropped me off naked.”She smiled. “I didn’t expect you to actually...come back and clean up the vomit.”“I wish you’d have told me that. Dragging those buckets around with that hangover was awful.”All in all, it was a pleasant dance with a very hot woman, and when the song finished, I figured we maybe had a pretty decent truce, at least for now. I watched her walk back to her table. The view certainly hadn’t gotten worse.. He loved to drive around the empty streets for no good reason. Driving seemed to clear his mind and let him think. He seemed to be able to philosophize best when behind the wheel on the streets of his high school years. It was while he was driving up and down the deserted streets that he discussed his sister Julie with Amy. Paul was well aware of the social pressures exerted on Julie when she was in high school. He did not place much blame on Julie for getting pregnant, nor even that much on. I had the pink pleated skirt, the tight white shirt, but I couldn't find the tie. I ended up deciding on wearing a very simple golden cross around my neck.A couple days later was the day. I got showered (with permission) and got dressed, my body newly shaved and my make-up as perfect as I could make it, casting aside my thick cheap eyeliner for a more innocent look.We met up in the middle of town, hugged tightly, and began to walk to the forest to fool around. The idea of my boyfriend FINALLY. He gave her a quick smack on her ass and bent over top of her. He whispered into her ear.Neighbor- Jerri you don’t even know my name, but you are willing to give me your most prize possession. You know what that means Jerri. That means you’re a whore. Lucky for you Jerri, I love whores.Jerri- Yes! I am a whore. I am your whore tonight! I want to feel that huge cock ripping my pussy a part. I want to suck your cock down to the balls. I want it all. I don’t give a fuck what your fucking name is!.