”“Please don’t leave. You’re being ridiculous. I said you don’t have to do anything to me. Just stay and we can drink more.”“No. I�...m calling my folks. I just want to go home now.”Mary got dressed and called her mother on the phone.“Mom, it’s Mary. Can you come and get me?”“What happened? I thought you wanted to stay at Linda’s.”“I want to go home. Please can you come and get me?”“No. We’re both drunk and can’t drive. We’re at a party and we can’t leave. I’ll call Uncle Jack to pick. “Mike, just checking, you are planning on bringing Mel to the event Friday?”“Absolutely.”He grinned, “That’s good, because Maddie’s coming along to keep her company, just in case you get buttonholed by one of the Board Members.”Which wouldn’t be the first time one of them had tried to pitch their pet idea to me in what was supposed to be a social setting. But then, I’d never taken a ‘plus one’ before, and it hadn’t mattered overmuch if I was monopolized for part of the evening.“Uh, thanks, I. Steven is our star lacrosse player. He’s around 5’8 and has a muscular build and broad shoulders, along with a devilish black goatee. His eyes are like blue diamonds with this new tan skin from playing out on the field for weeks. He walks in and all the girls swoon over him.Idiots. I roll my eyes as he comes to the back of the room by my desk, winking before turning to his girlfriend Sabrina, the pretty kickline leader and, of course, my ex-girlfriend. I lean back in my seat. Why the hell did. For a week straight I would go home and masturbate more than once just imagining those toes. Sometimes thinking about those feet getting sweaty in her socks when she wore closed shoes, imagining that ever so slightly wet and tangy smell. I wanked in the shower in the morning before school thinking of when she wore sandals, with the fabric wedged right between those painted toe nails and the soles of her feet being hugged by her shoes. On the first day of school she came without any nail polish.