I took it and smiled as I said: “I will tell her the message and that is great news thank you so much but how am I going to get home tonight?”“I...will give you a ride home and your vehicle will be ready on Monday. Is that alright?“Sure, I don’t think My mom or I have any plans for this weekend so I don’t think we will be needing it and if we did I’m sure we could borrow one from a neighbor or something.”“Alright then, I will take you home.” He said with a smile.On the way home we just chatted. This gives some indication of how difficult being banned from (N.O.S) must have been for Hortense, and how ardently she would have desired to get back on it! After a couple weeks brooding on the other sites mentioned, which were basically troublemaker friendly, Hortense decided she needed to write a story so she could at least sneak onto the (N.O.S). Her story was as one would expect, and there we see some possible explanation for why Hortense was the way she was. She was a terrible writer. Her. While she could certainly find a particular kind of satisfaction fucking the odd handsome stranger, the barroom pickup (on rare occasions; she didn’t do bars much except for the girls’ night out with Tina), or the ripe, erection-happy late-teen townie like last night, there was a different kind of sensual thrill in finally bedding someone you'd got to know something about and who also knows something about you — as well as someone for whom you’ve had plenty of time to cultivate a long,. Not if I can help it." Really?" asked Dawn, "why not?" I don't have any friends there," said Thule."You sure seem awfully friendly," said Dawn.Thule reached into his pocket for his keys. He decided that a small lie was in order, "It's easier to be friendly with them. If they're not being antagonistic, why should I?" He unlocked his door and got in the car. Then, he reached around to unlock the back seat. Dawn got in. Thule waved to Marigold as she appeared over the rise."They're not good.