‘I was stood-up. Dexter didn’t show,’ she hissed angrily. Then she added, ‘I tried to call his cell phone ten times and there was no answer.�... I wanted to leap for joy. However, I caught myself and said, ‘Well, maybe he just got hung up in traffic.’ ‘Yeah, right,’ she said with a slight slur to her voice. ‘He can walk to the bar from his office. I sat at the bar and drank by myself all night… fending off twenty guys trying to pick me up.’ ‘I’m so sorry s*s,’ I said as sincerely as I could. Finally, Belinda broke the silence. “I’m not putting on a lezzie show in front of all our friends.”“Yeah. Me neither.” Marcela chimed in.“Okay.” I calmly answered. “Then do it in here, just in front of me.” Marcela started laughing. The alcohol was taking the edge off the situation. Her ease caused Belinda to smile and lean against the sink again.“Okay, okay. So do you mean like a little kiss, or a big kiss?” Belinda asked. To this Marcela laughed even more.“If you’re going to do it in here, it. My parents did the same along with one of my uncles. Bought adjoining property and added to grandpa and grandma’s farm. Worked hard. Prospered and raised me and my cousins. I was sent off to get my college education. As my father told me, ‘you should have a job that keeps your hands clean!’ He kidded me often about my soft hands however there couldn’t have been a prouder dad in the world the day he saw me graduate with my degree in accounting. I immersed myself in my new occupation, getting. "Help..."Brian let out another groan as he felt a sharp pain in his groin. "Notthat..." he thought desperately as his manicured fingers found their wayunder his new pink mini skirt."She's playing with herself! Disgusting!" a haughty woman sneered, as themen around her cheered.Brian felt tears running down his cheeks as his delicate hands foundnothing but a foreign slit under the soft fabric of his panties."Miss? Are you ok?" a gruff voice asked.Brian shook his head, his dangling earrings.