"I'm staying as still as I can and please don't forget I was drunk?"gulped Mark feeling her pressing down. "You do stupid things too whenyou're drunk ...on't you?" Drunk when you videotaped Kristen in the shower?" questioned Ericabefore ripping back the strip."Holy shit Erica!" cringed Mark feeling his toes separated now. "Goeasy and maybe?" Bullshit?" scolded Erica pushing down the strip on the other side now."And you're weren't drunk enough to not send my boyfriend pics or to afucking orgy. ”Jaime squealed with delight, bouncing up and down in her seat with pure giddiness.“I LOVE horses! How did you know?”“Didn’t know, but what all-American girl wouldn’t love horses?” Craig replied. “I’ve been coming here since I was a kid. This place is run by a gal named Kelly and her two daughters, Hayley and Nicole. Sweet bunch, I tell you what. I actually had a crush on Hayley once up on a time.”“Aww, unrequited affection?” Jaime asked.“Somethin’ like that. She was never single; married. I was stunned to see mom openly eyeing the bulge in my jockeys. She licked her lips and smiled at me.“Do you want me to suck it now, Tommy?”I noticed she kept calling me Tommy. She had not called me Tommy since I was in my early teens. Not since, in a moment of pubescent ire, I refused to answer to what I thought was a childish name. I wanted to be Tom, the grown up. My parents indulged me. From that time on, I was Tom. Calling me Tommy suggested, in some ways, she had regressed.“No, mom! You. It had been a hectic day, the likes of which she hadn't seen in a long time. All she wanted to do was have dinner, kick off her shoes and turn up the air conditioner to high. New York City in August was not a fun place to be. Especially in the middle of a heat wave."Damn." she mumbled as she almost dropped the keys. "Nothing is going right today."The door finally opened and she stumbled inside, just as one of the bags ripped, sending the contents all over the floor. She put the remaining bag on.