The back of her brain was telling her that being day drunk felt pretty good right now, and her heart shouted that hanging with these fun girls sure as...shit beat going back to her own empty apartment. If you go back there, you’ll just take a nap and then heat up a can of Spaghetti O’s and talk to your cat, she thought to herself. “Well, gosh, I guess I should join the party,” Chelsea announced. She stood, kicked off her shoes, and tugged the tight vest and cheap costume blouse over her head.. ~*~ Lilliahna ~*~ I was happy when the guys asked Zac to come and play Basketball with us. It would give them a chance to get to know him. Zac was okay at the game but you could tell that he hadn’t played in a long time. The guys had heaps more energy than us girls, when didn’t they? We ended up heading for the grass to chat, leaving them to get rid of it all. They caught our attention when Billy started flexing his muscles. He had the best body in our class. He worked hard for it too. I was. ‘Since there was no longer any question of incentives or coordination problems all the dilemmas and trade-offs of economics and business could be disregarded, and all capable men worked knowing that they would always be able to reap the full reward of their efforts, due to the incorruptibility of the accounting and distribution.’ This was no communism, see? I could hardly preach equality for all while my thousands of concubines waited their turn to serve my pleasure, even if they were quite. It was Saturday afternoon. My dad had taken my brothers to Molineux to watch the match, my Mum had gone to town shopping and I'd just finished mowing the back lawn and was working on my motorbike. It was a warm afternoon so I'd taken my tee shirt off, mowing the lawn had made me sweat. As I worked on the bike, I heard the back gate open and looked over my shoulder to find Brenda standing there smiling. "Is your Mum in Mike?" she asked. I told her she wasn't and that neither were my Dad or my.