Another week followed and she did not go a day when she didn't suck off Denny or Todd or both. Monday morning she'd had an argument with Tom over some...piddly little thing and after he'd left for work she'd made herself a vodka martini. By noon she'd had several and as every hour of the morning had passed she had gotten more and more pissed at Tom. By one o'clock she was saying, "I'll show that bastard. I'll teach him to ignore me."She showered and put on her black garter belt. Rolling on her. “Well I, um ... sorry ... this is really hard for me,” he sniffled. “I want you to take Megan on as your companion,” he finally got out.Tom was not the brightest person in our school. He wasn’t stupid, just a bit slower than most of the others. He and Megan Gordon had been dating since grade school, and anyone who ever saw them together knew they only had eyes for each other. They shared a connection that very few people ever find with one another. I think ‘soul mates’ would most definitely. Molly was still smiling as I said goodbye to Chrissy. ‘What’s so funny, Molly?’ Chrissy asked with a smile. ‘I can’t tell you yet, Mommy. I have to wait till Jess leaves.’ The little gal even remembered my name. I said goodbye once again and drove out of the parking lot. I was just out of sight of Chrissy’s vision when I saw her open the car door and look around. Molly must have told her about dinner. I saw her get back in and drive over to the McDonald’s parking lot across the street My heart. No, really! "Hugh", not Hubert, is actually on my birth certificate. Hugh is a long-standing family name due to a great-grandfather being a war hero or something, and I'm lucky enough to have been saddled with the Johnson surname as well. Even worse, my Dad's name is also Hugh. That's right: I'm Hugh Johnson, Jr.It's actually not that bad. Some girls want to find out if I "live up to the name" (well, except for the "Junior" part), and they don't go away disappointed.My Dad has a way with.