He told his friends that they could cut through the woods to where the pond was.He was going to drive over to his house to make sure everything was OK...Then he would join them.He was also going to try and lift a bottle of whisky from his dad’s liquor cabinet.Thomas now drove off towards his house while his friends carrying a couple of picnic baskets and some towels and some other essentials including a portable radio headed off through the woods in the direction of the pond.Marian was now awoken. As I waited for the valet to get the car ready, check for scratches and all the second bus arrived, and three guesses: : : who was the first to get off?Right. Oprah Winfre. No, the slut from the plane (WHO I STILL DIDNT KNOW HER NAME!).I pulled out, and she was running behind the car, but she seemed to disappear when I stopped at the security booth. I then went to my suite at the Stardust.I open the trunk to get my bags and guess who is in there? Oprah, right again. No, it was her. It's bad enough I get hit on by thirteen-year-olds. Guys my age all think I'm that young, to look at me. And they never believe when I tell them I'm eighteen. Assholes..."Finding a movie already started on one of the cable women's channels, Susie closed the discussion and settled beside me on the couch. After a rather passionate kissing scene, the movie faded to commercial break when the fantasy couple guided each other to the bedroom and closed the door. My daughter rose to go to her own. "somehow you've become much more handsome in the last few months. You look very good too." she said.We drove in silence for a while. She suddenly spoke, quickly and nervously. "I'm going to introduce you to people as my boyfriend tonight." She said, "unless you don't want me to." She quickly added.I had about the biggest shit eating grin on my face that anyone could imagine."Nope, that should be just fine." I said to her.And just like that. We were a couple. It was obvious from the moment we.