"I can. It just may take longer than normal to walk to the FAD." No time, we need to get under cover," a voice next to his ear said. A strong arm came...behind his back grasped him under his arms. "You walk and I'll take the weight." I'd rather wait for the next dance," Jorie said, suddenly giddy and lightheaded.The next moment Jorie was wrestling against four hands pushing him into a pair of stiff coveralls. He had no recollection of how he had moved from point A to point B, which was. I called on old friends to keep me sane. I talked to lots of people, remembering old times. Mostly they were girlfriends, you know. But some of them were guys and there was David, David Carmody, remember?"How could I forget? Good looking bastard. Was the quarterback and middle linebacker, great athlete. Always bragging about all the girls he'd bagged. The name brought a flash of recognition. David was the name of one of the guys Liz had mentioned as one of the guys she'd "necked with" in the. “When are you going?”“In about ten minutes,” he said, looking at his watch.I pouted, disappointed. Ten minutes was not long enough, and nor was it enough time for my ass to accommodate him.“Is that a no then?” Dan asked. He stroked my hair, down the side of my face, cupped my chin. His thumb settled in the dimple of my mouth.I nodded. “But, the sooner you go, sooner you come back,” I offered.“Well, at least let me check you.”He stood up, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolled them up his. When I shudder, you chuckle. I know I'm going to be late, but I can't be bothered to care. You flatten your hand again, moving it down my side and over my hip. I feel your thumb slide beneath the lace on the edge of the shorts, you're palming my ass. You squeeze it firmly and I bite my lip. You know how much I love when you squeeze my ass. I hear the bed creak and feel the pressure of your hand on my ass change slightly, I can feel your breath before you lips press against my lower back. I.