It shocked me a bit but I was curious, so I continued watching. The runner was really going to town on this guy, he stroked, sucked, licked and bobbed...like a pro. I don't think I had ever gotten head from a girl with that type of skill. I watched as the suit blew his load and the runner swallowed every bit of it. The suit quickly pulled up his pants and walked back toward the trail. I hid out of sight as he passed, and a few minutes later I stood up to leave. The runner was sitting by the rock. She blushed a beautiful shade of pink that traveled all the way down to her boobies before she grabbed the sheets and covered up. I grabbed the housecoats that Rita had made for us and tossed Wendy's to her after I pulled my own on. Mom just kept smiling as she walked to the counter to fill the electric kettle.There are times when it's best not to say anything, and I figured this was one of them. Anything I offered in the way of an explanation would be a lie, and I wasn't ready to try and. My dad said it was OK.”“How about lunch?” I replied. “Can you come to the Loop?”“Sure.”“How about Venice Café either Thursday or Friday?”“Where is that?”“It’s in the lower level of the Sears Tower. 11:30am is a good time to miss the major lunch rush.”“Friday?”“I’ll see you Friday at 11:30am.”We said ‘goodbye’ and I hung up.“Leigh?” Penny asked.“A friend of Ailea’s who wants college advice and wants to come to the Rap Sessions in the fall.”“Another recruit for your subversive cadre?”“Very. Mom says Patti drank like a fish in college, but now she only has a couple glasses of wine. In fact, about all I ever see Mom have is one or two glasses of wine, though Dad said she was putting away the tequila pretty good at the New Year's party. But then there's me. Tami thinks I could have a problem. Do I have the gene?She shushed me to stop my saying something. "We call my aunt 'Millie' after Grandmother. It is so not the compliment. She's, like, an evil, hateful bitch. She damned near.