He blushed again, grabbed his wallet, andgave the driver a twenty. Having been paid, the driver thanked them,tipped his cap and drove off. David esc...rted Maritza to the door, andalmost couldn't find the right key, but when he took hold of thedoorknob, he saw that the door wasn't locked. This wasn't good.Upon cautiously entering the house, he saw that Claude was theresitting on the couch! David regretting giving him a key that time hewent on a book signing tour and needed someone to water. His dad said that he didn't want too pay too much unnecessary bills, plus that spending too much over the television is unhealthy.All the things his dad told him:"Do you know why too many kids in this country are obese? I will tell you why. They sit down and play with their Playstations all day long, eating chips and not exercising enough!!" Crime rate is very high up in the south. Too many gang wars. Too many dead teenagers. Too much drug abuse and drug cartels. Multi-racial multi-cultural my. "What's going on?" I asked--as my girl- friends gathered up their stuff to leave. "It's time for us to leave," Jen said. "It's YOUR party." "WHAT?" I asked, shocked. Surely they weren't leaving me alone with these seven Black men. "Have a good time," Donna said as she opened my front door and walked out. "I wish I were you now," Susan said as she followed Donna out. "Have fun!" Next Jackie left and finally Jen. "Don't worry," Jen said. "These guys are really nice. They'll leave whenever you. So free... so good."Without even telling her to do so she adopted the "so good" phrase and added it to the list she was already reciting. I waited for a few moments as she continued to repeat and her brow smoothed as she calmed and began to accept this new idea."Every time you show off your breasts to your father you feel so relaxed, so calm, so free, so good. And the more you show, the better you feel. And the better you feel, the more you will show. So relaxed...so calm...so free...so good..