She felt good, buoyed up with that happy feeling she always had after making love. But this happiness was to the joy she felt knowing that Andy was go...ng to see old Foster about her brother. This made her feel like singing, and the pretty weather girl could hardly wait to call Rudy up and tell him the good news."Hungry?" she asked sweetly as she emerged sometime later from the kitchen. "I think you'll like what I have tonight."Andy looked up at her with a wicked grin. "What I like that you have. Maybe she’s into drugs. Maybe. Why am I talking to myself? She’s my daughter! I’m sure she’s become a nice and beautiful girl. And I certainly hope she’s as excited as I am to have this date. Anyway, I should prepare the food before she…Before I could finish my sentence, the doorbell.Me: Fuck! She’s here! I knew I should have made lunch earlier. Now she’s going to think I’m a lazy ass.The doorbell rang again.Me: Coming!Let’s hope she likes the place. Fuck! I’m so nervous!I went to the door to. Bugger. No way that they were going to get through.Okay, try it on her belly. Ah, can't turn back around. So back out on your back, you stupid bitch. Hmm, no purchase for the arms, and the bust is too big to get back out. Strange, it flattened enough for her to get it in. Can't get further in, can't go back, and can't turn. Wonderful.After a few minutes of futile struggling, Pamela realised she was well and truly stuck. Just what she needed. She lay for a few moments, considering her. I think I lasted about five seconds and as I lay there drained. Afterwards all of us were tired and we took a nap until after dark. We got up to wash and went over for whatever we there for dinner, it was midnight by the time we made back, tired and exhausted we just slept in a group in our clothes.The next day both were sober and quiet. As if no one wanted to talk about what happened the night before. Neither of them wanted to look one another in the eye and I could tell they were both.