I worried about that, but figured I could go back to no booze if I thought my cravings were too strong. It was fun to relax with Steve and Tiny. Missy...and Kathy usually had one of the clear liquid drinks with us, and we had to have toothpick sword fights over the olives in the bowl. Kathy resolved the problem by getting a bigger bowl.Steve said, "DeDe talked to me about how you planned to get your night solos done. You're sort of like Chuck who flew all over the country in a B-200 to finish his. Finally, he asked for a silent prayer for the souls of my family.I had been getting more and more agitated. Every face I saw triggered a memory, every hug or pat on the back seemed to bring more pain. It finally hit me. I’d never had a chance to grieve for my family. I’d had to jump straight in, arrange the funerals, deal with the insurance, and try to save the company. Plus, I never had anyone to grieve with. Every one close to me was gone. Kim acted sympathetic, but I could sense she never. Our room?"John who was starting to breathe hard, nodded and gasped, "We'll be there. We wouldn't miss this for the world!" Jilly nodded in agreement, managing to grin at me through her sweaty hair now flying about her face as she began to convulse as her orgasm rose up in her. "Wa-wanna see my b-b-brother become a motherOHfucker!" she moaned as Scotty and I moved out of the room. Holding Scotty by the hand, I began moving towards my bedroom, but suddenly felt him moving away as we passed the. He was fine the rest of the afternoon, distracted with projects, details, and minutia. It wasn't until he was stuck in traffic on the way home that his mind started to race. What normally should have been a 30 minute ride was taking forever and a day which led Bret to some dark and deviant ruminations. He began to fantasize about the strange woman in the park, about her peeling off her incredibly tight jeans and revealing a pair of red satin panties. Standing before him in nothing but those.