Maybe I pissed off the universe on the 28th? Maybe someone cursed me, or my bed is situated on a rift in space-time. Perhaps the universe is one big v...deo game and I'm stuck on whatever level this is until I succeed? Who knows? Who cares? I just know I'm still here, trying again and again. I suppose there are worse days to be stuck in, though. I've spent a week perfecting this to be arguably the best fucking Groundhog Day ever. Every word and every action is rehearsed. I should be enjoying. Jill was always wild and Donna was more reserved. Joe, Donna's husband was also my opposite.What I wouldn't give to see them both naked. I figured that there was no harm in listening. After all, nobody knew I was on the other line. The conversation started out casual. Then it got very interesting. Jill told Donna that I was being an ass. That I would rather work on the truck, than take her to bed.That was a lie.Donna broke in, "At least when he takes you to bed, he makes sure you're satisfied.. Moira blushed at that comment, as did I a bit, while eating her own chili cheese fries, which was all she wanted or needed right then. Well, she had a strawberry milkshake, but that was to wash the fries down. That was when we got another picture message, this time showing Jane’s tramp stamp, which contained a symbol of a devil’s forked tail, pointing downward, and with the words, “Ike’s Sassy Succubus.” I chuckled at that, to put it mildly, as did Shiraz and Moira.“Meet us at Lenny’s. Bring. As you feel my hot breath on your neck, all the hairs start standing on end, and short waves of tingles quiver down your back. You feel your shirt getting pulled up slowly out of your pants, as you feel the cold air of the room hit your naked stomach - which in itself arouses you, since all your senses are on alert.Your head tilts back to rest on my shoulder as you enjoy my kisses and the feeling of my hands on your body. I slide my hand up under your shirt and squeeze your breast as I pull you.