I tilted my head to the side as I contemplated doing anything else but decided against it. I felt like I’d already done too much. Nevertheless, I’... already made the effort so now I’d make the effort to show him that I didn’t make an effort at all! I groaned to myself. Women were ridiculous sometimes. I put on my beaded black gladiators and grabbed a denim jacket to wear over my form fitting orange dress before announcing that I was ready. My roommate, Kate, and I got there and went to greet. Come on.” Mom grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the stairs.“Dad just went to bed,” I said, looking at the kitchen, much preferring to fondle her hair there, in private.“That’s ok. He’s probably asleep already.”Mom paused halfway up the stairs to remove her high heels. Somehow that innocently normal action cranked up the sexual tension and she looked so hot walking ahead of me in her stocking feet, her buttocks patiently taking turns bulging against her dress.Dad wasn’t sleeping. He. His father asks him, ‘So, how’d you get on with Maisy, son?’“And the boy starts shaking the duck by the neck and shouting, ‘I got a fuck for a duck, a Duck for a Fuck, ten bucks for ducking a fuck, AND I’VE STILL GOT THE FUCKIN’ DUCK!’”Everyone burst out laughing, some bending double and holding their sides. Jimmie, the storyteller, sat there smiling and laughing along with everyone else, although not as hard.“Fuck, Jimmie! No one tells a joke as good as you do! Where the hell do you get them. Still speaking mostly Spanish, a shirt was purchased and I was told to put it on.“Where is the bathroom?”Everyone laughed and said I had to change right here. I said that was crazy until they pointed toward another girl who was removing her bra then putting the top on. I guess with as much alcohol as I had had plus the memory of yesterday, I decided that it didn’t matter, stood, removed my top and let the girl help put this small material over my head. She tied it from the bottom where it was.