This time I really do groan, gaining weird looks from other customers. ‘Shall we take this to a private booth, princess?’I nod my approval, pickin... up my drink. I walk just ahead of him, grinding my ass into his crotch to the beat of the music. Both of his hands are on my hips, pulling me closer and it is all I can do to get into the room. He kicks the door shut and spins me round by my hips, pressing his mouth to mine. The drink falls to the floor, forgotten, as I wrap my arms around him and. " Well I had no reason not to trust him, so I took the paper and glanced it over. I looked up to tell him thanks but he was gone, nothing I wouldn't expect from him. I glance at my watch realizing how late it is, I better start walking to the address. I make it to the party in due time, no one has shown yet exept like three other people, and they were drinking on the porch. "Hey!" I call to them, getting their attention, "This where the party at?" "Uh, Yeah, but your kind of early." the. His lower leg was obviously broken, swollen to at least twice the normal circumference and, where the coverall was not torn, it was sausage-skin tight against the bloated flesh.His breath was ragged and, as he carefully ran a hand along his ribcage, the pain told him he had broken two or three of his ribs. He didn't think that he had punctured anything vital, but the pain from his body was so pervasive that he wasn't sure if he would be able to pinpoint a specific injury.It took him more than a. Living with Randy was amazing. I had a little money in my pocket, I had settled on broadcasting to begin with, but with the idea of doing a show of some sort on the internet. I picked myself up a digital camera and I was set. I had Randy film me as I practiced speeches, quoted lines from movies. It was fun and I was learning and I began to reconcile my parents death as it being part of life and move on. One day after work, Randy invited a few of his buddies over for dinner and some poker.