The party would have gone on (‘Ooh, good, Maria.’) for days. Champagne, caviar, cocaine, any hot piece of ass that caught their eyes, all would ha...e flowed like… (‘Fuck, yes.’) well, like the wine that would ALSO be flowing as much as the other things. (‘Just like that, Maria.’) ‘Troy & Julie Day’ would become a national holiday. She looked into Julie’s eyes, remembering seeing those eyes gazing up at her like Maria’s were now, feeling that tongue. Maria was good, but nobody was Julie good.. ”Clarissa laughed, “You seem to have managed both and aren’t a jock!”“Three parties, total, in two years? Yep, I’m a regular Bluto Blutarsky!”“I was thinking more like Pinto!” she smirked.“The mayor’s daughter was THIRTEEN for Pete’s sake!” I protested. “No!”“Sorry, I was thinking more the angel and devil arguing on your shoulder!”“OK, THAT image I can go for.”“And you felt guilty when Belushi looked back at the screen when he was spying on the sorority girls, didn’t you?”“That was the entire. The screen of my cell phone closed. I put it in my purse and got out of my white Pontiac.The summer's night was suspiciously cooler than usual. The wind blew leaves and shook the trees. The full moon was bright and high above in the cloudless star-covered sky. I paced through the parking lot filled with cars.My boyfriend doesn't know where I am. He would freak if he knew that I was here; he can be very over protective at times. But it was innocent enough, really. I'm meeting a friend -- a guy. Then she lifted her shirt up and wiped the rest of it off. Looked at him and smiled then turned and looked at me and said she didn't want it to get all over the car. I told her that if I'd known she was going to do that I would've told her to give him a blow job. She said maybe next time. It was a couple of weeks before we could get to the drive-in again, but when we did we were all shit faced drunk, and Joyce was wearing a short skirt and a flimsy top with no bra. Her panties were already.