"I can't take much more of your pacing anyhow. She oughta' be 'bout right by now. I guess I was a mite too soon before. It hadn't really took."Gloria ...ah-hahed a questioning laugh. "She looked pretty much into it to me. From where we stood she seemed about to suck your guts out through that prick of your's. Or didn't you notice?" Oh, stop being a wise-ass, Gloria," snapped Hawkins. "You're just jealous 'cause she's better looking than you, that's all. It just sticks in your craw that Al and me. “Don’t go changing the subject on me,” Samantha said. “What was your date like?”“I told you. I went to the jazz club,” Dexter said.Sounding a little frustrated, Samantha said, “Her! I want to hear about her.”“She’s pretty.”“Ah! That tells me everything I want to know,” Samantha said rolling her eyes.“What?”Samantha answered, “You had a horrible time on your date.”“No, I didn’t.”“You must have. You went to the jazz club and your date was pretty. That’s a pretty poor summary of an evening out,”. Jeff’s snakey son-of-a-bitch fingers had traipsed their way inside of me before I could motion to dismiss. His mouth distracted mine to hush any dispute while he had me writhing with two little fingers. If he was still asleep in my bed when I got through with this shower I was going to cut them off. I remember him wrangling me out of my clothes, except for my panties which I had good drunken sense to keep on. But then his hand moved away. ‘Where’s that going? Put it back!’ I demanded wrapping a. However, before I could finish another call came in. Two calls at this time of night. This one better be good.“Hi Sue, it’s Madison. I hope I didn’t wake you.”“Somebody else already did. What is it?”“Oh, were you sleeping?”“I was, but I’m up now.”“It’s about Jay.”“Don’t tell me: you’re at the party.”“How did you know?”“Let’s say a little birdie told me.”“You better get down here real quick, Sue.”“Oh no. I’m not baby-sitting that little runt.”“SUE! This is Jay we’re talking about. He needs.