C’mon, get up. It’s after ten. I cooked you the only thing I know how to cook, toast,’ I said with a chuckle. ‘I’m sorry I burnt it a little... but I scrapped off the burnt part before applying the butter and strawberry preserves, your favorite.’ I made a red heart with the jelly. I knew I’d get a smooch when she saw that. Only, I wondered why she didn’t chuckle back. She was quick witted and always said something to make me laugh. She couldn’t still be sleeping. Was she mad at me? What did I. We started dancing with a few guys but none of them turned me on and I was ready to get fucked that night! Finally after going to the bar I spotted two sexy men dancing with these older ladies. I thought they can't be with them could they? Well one looked right over at me and I winked at him,nodding at him to come over.He came over and I felt my self getiing wet as he was dancing on me, putting his hands around my waist and then running them in-between my thighs which were staring to tremble.. She wobbled into the elevator on heels clearly not designed for this level of alcohol intake while he bravely held onto her elbow to stop her landing face first on the floor. “Don’t push me around Philip; I know how to walk on my own.” He looked at me apologetically. “Sorry.” Although he was speaking to me his wife took that as an apology to her. “Just be gentle with me or I’ll be covered in bruises.” “Yes dear.” The sigh and the resignation in his voice spoke volumes. He was clearly in for a. For me, my mom’s probably happy not to have me under foot. She either gripes, argues or ignores me.”Joe shook his head. “Karissa?”“I’d rather not say, if you don’t mind. Just that’s it’s safer not being home. Okay?”“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.”“Exactly.”“Well, you’re safe here.”“Thanks.”“Yeah, thanks, Joe,” Randy said.“If you guys want to change, you can use my bedroom or the bathroom,” Joe said. “I probably have t-shirts long enough you could use as nighties.”“Maybe Cheryl,”.