My self preservation instinct kicked in, "how can I be in trouble for defending myself? Also I think my mother should be present if I am to be questio...ed" I said.{Jesus, I don't want him scared of me, he's always been a good kid, I've known the family for years and been good friends with most of them}."Whoa there young fella, I'm not here to interrogate you, I just want to find out how much you remember about the altercation." Unfortunately not very much, nothing at all before I saw Tiltman's. After emptying his bowels, thankfully in the toilet bowl rather than inhis pants, Stephen ended up washing his face more than his hands. Hekept throwing water in his face, hoping to calm himself down. His wifehad done all the talking thus far, but these weren't just her angrywords, or her concerns. He'd been the one to bring them up to her, andso he knew that their feelings for Michael were identical.Denise's feelings for Michael were hard to contain. She knew she shouldbe more concerned with. ”She wrapped her lips around my penis and started suck gently. Using her hair as leverage, I started to move her head up and down on my penis. “Yeah, that’s it.” I could see her spit making my dick start to glisten and she slid up and down on my shaft. I took my hand off the back of her head and picked up my drink again. At first she stopped, but then started to move on her own. I think she started to realize that this was going to happen one way or another and instead, gave it her. I had had my hair cut the previous day, so that it at least still looked half decent and by six o’clock I was ready. It would take me about 20 minutes to get to the theatre, so I had plenty of time to sit and worry.I must have picked up my phone a dozen times to ask Stephanie to call her friend and cancel the date. Then at 6.45, I got a text from Stephane.“If you are holding your phone, working up the courage to call me and ask me to cancel, then don’t bother. It’s happening. Make sure you are.