My mom, Sarah is her name, had just got home from work and went into the shower to refresh herself for the evening. It was among her many rituals and ...atterns that I had grown up with.We lived in a small, two-bedroom, and one-bathroom house. Ever since my dad left when I was only five years old, my mother struggled on as any good parent would, sacrificing many aspects of her social life to ensure that I received everything I needed. I always respected her for that, and I made sure I would find. I grabbed my towel and began to brush the sand off of the rented surf board as Amy packed up her things."How about you run your board back to the shop. I will run over and get us a table at that little restaurant that we saw earlier."After turning the board, I walked down the sidewalk and saw Amy sitting outside on the patio. Sitting next to her was this stunning woman. Olive complexion, wavy dark hair just past her shoulders. She was wearing pink and black rash guard shirt and pink board. We, he, deserve a break here. Damn if we all don’t” he said.“I am so in agreement on that with you. Oh my yes,” she said. “The irony is that in this case he is forced to turn to us for help. There is no one else who would be willing to go as far as us to help him, her, out. In a way what has happened to her was a good thing. I mean it’s not that I’m glad that something this horrible happened, but it may bring us all back together. That’s a positive, right?”“You’re right about it being ironic.. All six of us were, by then, wearing only panties, and even those were a combination of skimpy, crotchless, and see-through items. The men were flabbergasted when we entered. "We¹re your surprise," we announced. I handed over the hand-written "hall passes" and told the men to get ready for a wild night. Roxanne and two of the girls attacked Andrew while the other two and I went after Roger. I didn¹t pay much attention to what Roxanne was doing, but one of the girls on my team (in her crotchless.