Through her alcoholic stupor, she began to realize he was going to fuck her. "Wohh, no, don'," she slurred as his knees slid between hers and pushed t...em apart, positioning himself between her legs. "No, Carl, don', don'," she mumbled as she felt his naked hips pressing against her thighs, spreading them wide apart.She tried to think of what to do to stop this, but all her body would do is rub lewdly against the warm, bare skin pressing down onto her. "I don', I don' wann', don't-- Oh!" She. "Go ahead, cry. Cry for an hour and you won't even come close to the tears you'll wring out of your mother. To have raised a son like this! Georgie doesn't deserve this pain. She doesn't! She doesn't!"Then she burst into tears as well, bawling as she sagged back against the couch and fell onto the cushions. Her body was wracked by sobs and she buried her head in her hands.Trevor, weak as well, managed to drag himself over to the couch and put his arms around his aunt for comfort. He kept a. I'm not going to do any more fooling around Barry, so don't bother asking me to." I'm happy for you Carla, and I'm glad that I could help get the two of you back together. It hurts me though that you don't want to thank me for all of my efforts. At least one last fling together. But, I can respect your commitment to Walter. If that's how you want it, then I'll go along." It has to be that way Barry. I am grateful to you, but I really love Walter, and if he found out, he might not be so. ‘Here we are! One basket of shrimp.’ He then looked at the car in the parking lot, swaying up and down roughly on the gravel. ‘Uh…Mr. Mersfield, I think we need to call an auto mechanic. That Pontiac that parked in front of your diner is rocking. I think it might fall into pieces!’ Charles chuckled over the car and took the crate from the fry cook. ‘You’re a good man, SpongeBob. Okay, looks like you got some mighty fine shrimp, Tony. Excellent! All right, everybody, when the clock hits ten,.