.. "Some guys invited me to a party. It was mostly older kids. Everybody was drinking..." 'And smoking pot and fucking... '"Who were they?" Cliff aske...."Do you know a really big guy named Ricky? Or a guy named Horse?" Cliff shook his head. "Smooth? Snort?"Cliff looked irritated. "You went to a party with guys with names like that? What were they, some kind of gang?" Yeah, well, maybe..." Then what happened?" I got drunk," Toni muttered."What else?" Nothing else." Toni turned her head."Liar!". Just hold me like you did when we were young..’ And I did. She had always wanted to be comforted by physical contact. ‘Michael.. Promise me something..’ She said. I could hear a bit of sadness in her voice. ‘What is it?’ ‘Promise me you’ll always be in my life.. I’ve known you since the first grade.. You’ve always defended me, even back then. If I were to lose you, then I wouldn’t have anything to live for… Please..’ I could hear how sad she was. It’s true, I have known her for basically all. I asked the guy behind me to turn the music down and I moved more into the room. When I could finally hear a bit better and see a bit better what I saw and heard was astonishing. Nadine, the mostly conservative though sexy nurturing mom who never even touched her husband much in a passionate way in public, had her newfound black boyfriend on top of her with another black guy up near her pretty head holding his erect cock out for her mouth to take......and she seemed more than willing to. It took him by surprise, but he played it cool. “Please, call me Jack. You must be Ms. Doyle?”“Wendy” she replied with a beaming grin, confirming their mutual discard of formalities. “Can I help carry in your things?”Jack was about to decline, but stopped before making a fool of himself. Dismissing his hostess, a woman who was accustomed to a much heartier mountain life than he was, would be silly. Nor did he particularly want to make three or four trips back into the cold. Instead, he stood.