"Mom, I have to go. I'll let you know about Thanksgiving." She hung up. She hated to be rude, but the alternative was worse, so she didn't feel too gu...lty. She wandered out into the living room and dropped onto the couch with a sigh. "What's up?" Simon came in from the kitchen and handed her a soda. "Mom." "Ah." He liked Connie's mom, Lydia, well enough. She was sweet and had always been nice to him. However, she did have a tendency to push the buttons on both of her daughters. Connie usually. "Nicole was standing before me, looking as kawaii cute as possible. Her head was tilted, her eyes wide, a hopeful grin across her face. Her hands were pressed together in a pleading gesture, but trapped against her cheek, only adding to cute effect. "Please? Pretty please? My backhand has been slipping and I only need you to show me the proper stroke. Perhaps you could demonstrate for me?" Okay. Sure." Great. Tomorrow afternoon then? It's a Saturday, so the team doesn't have practice. Around. Sometimes I just stay there at the dock and piddle around on the million things old boats always need. Sometimes I go out, find a spot in the bay, drop anchor, and let the waves rock me to sleep. Especially in the cool months. Too many mosquitoes in the summer, and I don't relish the heat and humidity AND mosquitoes." By yourself?" she looked a bit concerned."Usually. I've gotten a couple of like-minded guys and we've done some sailing out in the Gulf, but guys usually want activities that. I may have, if I hadn’t seen the almost empty bottle of vodka on the ground near his bed. I grabbed it and drank the rest of it in one shot, and I felt it give me courage. So I crept up onto his bed and positioned myself over him.Feeling the bed shake, he opened his eyes and they widened upon seeing me on top of him. He tried to move, but of course, he couldn’t because he was tied up.“Dude, what the fuck?” he muttered groggily. He was still half asleep and somewhat drunk.“Don’t worry man, we’re.