It was about eleven, Friday night and I was in my room watching porn on my computer when I heard Maggie come in. I looked out my door and saw her. S...e was shit-faced drunk. She staggered into the house. Her hair was a mess. She had her bra in her hand and her blouse was buttoned in the wrong holes. She went straight for her room although she made far from a straight line as she staggered across the living room, bumping into the couch as she did. After a few minutes I zipped myself and. "As soon as he gets here I'll have to take care of him, and might have to give him a ride over to his, ahh, friend's place. While I'm gone you're going to be watching a special DVD I made just for you. It's just over an hour long and, ahh, I think you'll really enjoy it."And you'd better," he said after returning to the couch. He had brought with him a cardboard box and was smiling down at me as I fretted anxiously with my long blond hair. "At least, you'd best pay attention to it. Because. Well, does that make a difference? It must.” “You made a mistake. You got on your horse and started galloping without looking to see if there was a cliff ahead until it was too late. No, nothing that happens here is going to change my feelings for you.” “Thank you, Michael. Silly, but it’s all I can think of to say.” We were in each other’s arms and exchanged short kisses and pecks as we continued to talk. “Look, Sandrine, like I said, nothing that happens here is going to make a difference,. You know, your mother gave up a college education to marry me.”Shirley reached out and took her husband’s hand. “I wouldn’t have changed anything.”“I didn’t think it was that bad,” commented Lauren.Shirley answered. “Just how many times can you count where both sets of grandparents ever showed up at something? I’ll bet you can count them on both hands and have a bunch of fingers left over.”Lauren’s face screwed up at this, as she considered it. They really hadn’t ever been together, even though.