" Lois said, blushing. "I'm not ready for thatjust yet. I don't think your mom would like to see my lipstick on yourcollar." She'd think it was from a...marker or something." Tom smiled. "Shedoesn't know the rep I have with the ladies." This is one 'lady' you can leave out of your rep." Lois said as shegathered up her books and stormed out of Tom's house. "What a jerk.Here I thought I might of find a nice guy to ask me to the prom."Back home, Paul was relaxing on his bed in a pair one of his. I was looking forward to cumming in my shorts. No one can turn down a dry hump. Through the crowd we saw the kids, so we broke contact acting as though nothing was happening. I was standing there with the worst case of blue balls I had ever had. We all spent some time together for most of the evening. I offered to give them a ride to their home so they did not have to get a taxi at midnight. The kids were in my hotel room. We had decided to go to the garage to get the car and bring it around. . Another Police Officer greeted Amanda and Dale, and showed them into asmall room next to where the Press Conference was to be held.A gentlemen in a dark grey suit introduced himself. "My name is MarkGillespie, I am the Police Media Co-Coordinator, I will control the PressConference, if you find that it is starting to get to much, just whisperand I will call a halt to the Press Conference." Thank you," whispered Dale."You must be Amanda's husband, you must be a proud man," said Mark."Yes, she's. There seemed to be a real urgency, her room suddenly became a hive of activity as the nursing staff wheeled in intravenous drips and a heart monitor. Michael was ushered from the room and watched through glass paneled door as the nurses went about their business.It was early morning; Michael had fallen asleep outside Samantha’s room. It had been several hours since she was admitted, but the signs were looking good. Samantha was sitting up in bed and she smiled as he entered the room. Almost.