I've often wondered over the years what became of him. I knew he was never destined to be ordinary, and I see I was right."The girls took to her immed...ately, after our history was explained. I sat, watching them chat, smiling with pleasure. She came to dinner at their invitation, looking exquisite in her gown. There was an air of sadness about her, the reasons becoming clear over an after dinner drink for us, juice for my girls. They often complained about how I treated them. "We're not made of. None of us had a clue what to do about the wok, though, and Diane finally went in to ask Susan what the best way to clean it was - and coming back to tell us that a quick rinse with hot water and drying it out was all it needed.We'd been in the family room for several minutes when Diane's mom suddenly exclaimed "Oh! I almost forgot!" before hurrying toward the kitchen. We all looked at each other, wondering what was going on, when she came back in with a plate. On it was an assortment of what. She looked out the window, at the main house that sat on the side of the garage where she slept. She wondered for a second, if her father, or anyone else for that matter, would actually see her in porn, and what her father would think started to bother her. She stopped herself, and reminded herself that it didn't seem like her father cared what she did, so Clare had no problem with her decision. At least, she hoped. Closing her laptop, Clare sighed softly, and figured there was no turning back. The place was also maybe only half as full as before. We walked right in without a second glance. There were some drunks taking a swing at each other and that had the attention of the guys watching the gate. We moved right through the crowd. For the most part, they were too blitzed to notice Kelly’s boobs. We were both dying of thirst though. I told Kelly to find us a table or something and I’d get a pitcher of beer. At seventeen I had yet to perfect my skills at getting a bartender’s attention.