"You know. About what I told you earlier." No Cricket," she played along. "In fact, it got me kinda excited thinking about it."Which was the truth any...ay. To find out that this her pint-sized friend had also experienced Hotdog's cock was a real turn-on to her. And since she now knew that Jughead also knew about it, maybe something could be arranged at a later date"Really," the diminutive girl said happily. "I'm glad. I'd hate to lose you as a friend. Especially after last night." About last. She danced and whirled, drank and swirled with her would be lovers who would cop a feel or press her close only for her to turn away with feigned disinterest. She was a real player, and called herself Britney in the game of names. How her hosts longed for her, and how she desired them while hating herself and the desires she repressed with laughter and liquor. As night turn into morning, her coordination faltered and soon she found herself where she had tried so hard not to be; alone. I watched. At 5:30pm I was sat in the waiting room, on my own,as the Doctor was out on an emergency call, there was no-one else there except the receptionist who I'd known for around 5 years since she started.At 5:50pm her husband rang to ask when she'd be finishing she told him she wasn't sure as surgery was running late, I mouthed to her that I'd drop her off and she told him she'd get a lift. I also rang my wife and explained the position I was in and she said "Ok". As Karen and I were talking she was. At the appointed time she got into my car and we headed off to the spot. It was only a couple of miles but I wanted to have a good look at her before we arrived. I pulled into a side road and put the light on. She looked fantastic. As she was only "going to the gym" she had on a little make up and perfume. Her tits looked fantastic in her tight top and I could clearly see the outline of her cunt in her tight trousers. She had brought along a very small skirt in her bag and she took her trousers.