. I have no excuses for my bad behaviour, I beg you to take me back into your heart to serve you as I know I can" Her tears fell and she hung her head...not wishing to look at the cold face which glared at her. "Give me a good reason" The question hung in the air between them like a wall she knew the tears she cried would not melt this hard heart and panic threw her onto her knees before him. "I have nothing left to give you, I have tried to be a good slut and now I know I have failed, what can. ” Sheila said. It was obvious she was as drunk as we were because her words were a little slurred. I thought it only made her sexier. She was a tight unit; about 5’4” tall with red hair and a body that was unbelievable. She was wearing tight blue jeans with black strippy high heel sandals and a black sequined tank top that barely held in her beautiful large tits. I had always wanted to fuck her when we worked together, but I never slept with people I worked with. “So why don’t you come back. Uncle Arnold, on the other hand, was instrumental in keeping the jeeps, tanks and other war vehicles running smoothly for a TV series called 'Combat' with Vic Morrow and Rick Jason. They filmed a lot of the French vineyard scenes at the Korbel Winery vineyards which abutted my Uncle Arnold's place in Guerneville. I got to meet a lot of the men who were in that series when Kathy, and I would go to my Uncle's place for the weekend. I also met Fred MacMurray there one time when my uncle, and I. Like I said, I would have taken the bet too.Mary Beth pushed all of her winnings into the center of the pot. Mark made a crude joke about laying his manhood out on the table but it wouldn't fit, the table was too short. Everyone except Mary Bethlaughed."Don't embarrass yourself by trying it, Slick." Mary Beth said. "Just drop your wallet with your ID on the table. If I win, you get my purse hanging on the chair behind you."Sneering at her remark, Mark pulled his wallet out and lay it on top of.