”“I can’t help who I am,” he said.“I don’t want to get infatuated with anybody right now,” she said.“Then don’t.” He grinned. “I...��m just here to look at your washer.”“If only it were that easy,” she said. “You’re too young to understand how complicated life is for a woman like me.”“If I can fix your washer, won’t that make things a little less complicated?” he asked.She looked frustrated, for a moment. “Oh, all right!” she sighed. “Come on in. I’ll show you the washer!”She led him to a utility. . yes." Good boy. Better make that 'good girl'. And I can't keep calling youSpencer. In those stories you like the wife always comes up with afeminine name. Usually with the same first letter as the male name. SoI thought about it and came up with..." I leaned forward, eagerlycurious. "... Sugar. And no, I'm not asking you what you think aboutit. Like I said, this will all be on my terms... Sugar."Taking a deep breath, I responded, "Yes, Ma'am. Whatever you say. Thankyou." Now that. .now that I think about it...you got real drunk last night didn't you? You weren't in bed with me before I went to the bathroom last night, were you?"I was stumbling for words and saying, "What are you talking about?" She then looked at me square in the face and grabbed my cheeks and yelled, " YOU GAVE RICK A BLOWJOB LAST NIGHT...DIDN'T YOU!" He wasn't fucking the door, he was fucking your drunk face...wasn't he?I know you did, cause you still had his cum on your mustache this morning. Oh, my. The entire year went by and not a single word slipped my mouth revealing my secret. In fact I kept my mouth so tight that it took an extensive amount of liquor and cannabis to get me to finally slip.We were at a kickback after graduation. About ten of us got together to celebrate and we knew exactly how to do it. Jello vodka shots, Redd's Apple Ale, Heineken, special cookies, and Girls Scouts Cookies (not a cookie at all). I decided to let go and enjoy the night since I wasn't driving. Going.