I stood there with a blank stare of my face while contemplating his ambiguous suggestion. My reply was letting my coat fall where I stood and I saunt...red to the couch and sat in the midst of his friends, with the Super Bowl just beginning. It was the Seattle Seahawks against the Denver Broncos and I could care less about the game. Hot Michael has some good looking friends. It was a culturally blended crew of about six guys. A couple of his friends were white, a couple were black with one. " Sure sounds good. Should I invite Caitlyn as well?" Yeah, why not? We'll get the whole gang there."I pulled out my mobile from my lower pocket and with a little concentration, keyed in a message to Caitlyn. Stabbing buttons with my lower left thumb was tricky, but it seemed possible. When we reached the front of the queue I passed my phone to my middle left hand and grabbed a tray with my lower hands and finished tapping in the message, while using my normal hands to grab stuff to eat.We. " Here?"We traveled about 2 hours to get here, but instead of heading home he thought he could find a party in a town we'd never been to before. He didn't lack for confidence."What makes you think you can find a party here? Do you even know anybody out here?" I asked."I know some people who know some people," he said, "I'm sure somebody knows something." A safe bet," I replied dryly. He missed my sarcasm."I feel sorry for that poor soul who has to wait to get my dick. I'm getting sad just. She fixed and ate a simple breakfast. She heard her doorbell ring and was startled. Peeking out she saw it was just the UPS man delivering something and was gone. She wrapped an afghan from the couch around her and opened the door to see a large package waiting for her. She had not ordered anything, what could this be? Quickly closing the door, she carried it to the couch allowing the afghan to drop from her.Should she open it? Somehow, she knew that this was from Donald, and she must wait.