I had to chuckle, since I knew the real reason she was needing her shower so early. “Were you awake when Ben brought me home last night?”“I neve... knew when y’all come in.”“God, I love the taste of tequila but it kicks my ass every time. I guess Ben got what he wanted, but I barely remember getting into bed. I’m tired of men like him. They get me plastered, stick their dick in me and haul ass.”She put my coffee mug in front of me and hugged me to her big tits. I wanted to suck them right thru. Without preamble he fired off a very short email giving her his phone numbers and asking her to call. All there was left to do was wait. He found himself constantly checking his phone over the next couple of days. He couldn’t believe she hadn’t called straight away. He was beside himself with worry. She hadn’t emailed either. No contact. His mind was travelling roads better left untravelled. Was she sick, was she depressed, had she done something stupid to herself? And here he was half way. After she'd gone, my daughter looked at me and shrugged."Sorry, I didn't mean to be a bitch. But she's just on her horse this week. I dunno. Maybe she's ragging it." Karson said.Shannon laughed."Dude, she's like 55 years old or something. Chicks that age don't rag it," Shannon said.I couldn't help but laugh. It was hilarious hearing some of the shit this seventeen year old girl said.We were hanging out in the living room for about a half hour and my wife called."She's in the ER. They took her. " He said crossly.He was greeted by a vaguely familiar feminine voice: "Good evening, is that Professor Moriarty please?"Moriarty was amused that this person knew him enough to greet him by his title, and he softened his tone; "Yes, how may I help you?"Madame Tussard: "Oh Professor Moriarty, its so nice to hear your voice again, it's Madame Tussard from Cleo's"He smiled to himself as he finally remembered where he heard the voice from. Until the recent incident, he had always enjoyed the.