.. " Yes?" I mean, if we got up early enough, there would be time for... you know... "Understanding lit Caroline's face. "You mean, for Sam to fuck us...both before you have to leave for school?" Well... yeah." Joan said.Caroline laughed. "It sounds like a delightful idea. But I'm not sure I'm up to it... it's been a long time for me, and last night was pretty intense." I'm a little sore, too," Joan admitted, "but it would be worth it." Well, what about you, Sam?" Caroline asked. "You did twice. His clock read 1: 36 am. Jen was probably asleep by now. He wished he was asleep. He could call her and hope she answered before her parents, but they'd probably be woken up and pissed off at him. He pictured her dad pummeling him for calling so late. That brought a smile to his face anyway.His wild imagination kicked in, and he imagined her stealing her parent's credit card tomorrow morning, cutting school and flying up to see Danny wherever he lived, Washington or Oregon or something. He saw. I know I’ve written about things somewhat similar to this, but this was real, not just part of a story, words on the computer. It seemed a lot more ominous than it had when we were arranging it the night before. But still, what could possibly go wrong? Famous last words!Then I saw the host bringing a couple toward my table. It was them. She had on a short leather skirt, blouse with several buttons undone and as they got closer, I could make out the color of her bra underneath the blouse.. I’ll be a good big sister. I promise.”She crossed to Susan, hugged her and asked, “What’s your name? I can’t feel you yet, but you smell nice.”After Susan hugged her back and introduced herself, the red headed wonder repeated the hug, this time with Josella, and told her, “I feel a tingle from you.”Then she approached Mishka, turned on a megawatt smile, and fixed her cornflower-blue eyes. “Sit!” she demanded, and when he sat, she crawled into his lap and snuggled. “You’re gonna be my daddy..