"Missss her soo mush, why she have to die," he said in sobs and drunkenslur as he finally held the mug himself and drank some more."I know it's hard,"...I said. "But you need to pull yourself together forMelissa," I said sternly again."Missss her whant her bach so mush," as he continued to cry."Look let's get you to bed," I said taking the coffee mug from him andputting it on the table. I gripped his arm and helped him to his feetstaggering slightly till he got some sense of balance; we walked. Tournament style." Are people going to chicken out do you think?"She chuckled, knowing -- and hoping -- that tonight was likely going to go a lot further than simply taking off clothes. "Oh, yeah. I have no doubt."They herded every one to the living room, and Tom counted heads. From the Gill Street Gang -- childhood friends who'd formed a short live, joke of a garage band and remained close to today -- there were Pete, Carl, Hank, and Cliff. Pete's wife Lois and Carl's long time girl friend Sas. Yeah I’m a tramp and I love it. Yeah I have a reputation for being a great lay but I like the lead up. I like the tease both for the guy and me...the excruciating delay that releases the most awesome sex when I let go after the third or fourth touch up. I keep guys guessing...keep them ready...make them want you like they have wanted nothing in their lives...their mates, their cars, their drinking parties all disappear from their mind when they confront my lips on their cock, get to see my. And I was tired ofit."I'll take as much time as I want, Tony!" I shot back at him. Thefrustration I'd had at seeing Johnny came spilling out at him. It wasunfortunate, but it had the desired effect. He closed his mouth andstepped back as he realized that I was the one in charge of the line, nothim.I turned back to Tracy. "Where's Heather?" I asked. Now that I haddecided that I would be staying late, it was nice to have a short breakand talk for a couple of minutes."She's at my Mom's house," she.