I don't feel like going out. I told you I have a headache." But this is the night of my boss's party." Then you will have to go alone."Frank spoke up...."I know you have to get ready for your party, but don't worry, I'll drive Kathy home."I didn't like that idea either.My wedding was coming up fast and my mother was busy with all the arrangements. Frank was to be my best man. She arranged for our honeymoon in Puerto Rico. I was feeling good until she dropped her bombshell. She had booked an. ‘You’ve got it bad,’ she teased. I nodded, smiling. It was pointless to disagree. I grabbed my phone impatiently and texted Nick. Where are you? I could almost hear his deep chuckle when I read his reply. About ten steps away. My heart leapt. ‘Be right back,’ I said quickly to the table, and rushed outside. I whipped my head around and saw him in time to see that gorgeous smile spread across his face when he spotted me. Without thinking I sped to him, throwing my arms around his neck. He hugged. His light touch on her skin was more than enough to have her gasping with lust. She put her hands on his, to prevent him removing them, and pushed herself back against him. She could feel the heat of his body against her own, the hardness of his seemingly huge cock, and felt her panties get suddenly very wet.She turned in her son’s arms, and looked up into his slightly startled, very blue, eyes. Putting her arms around his neck she pulled his face to hers and kissed him, hard.Gareth froze for a. One hundred and eighteen FUCKING MILLION.That’s a staggering number. Are there really that many depressed people out there? I mean, I’m sure that some people really do have a biological imbalance that can be corrected chemically, and that antidepressants help those people, but 118,000,000?Holy fuck.How many people are happy?I mean, if that many were so depressed that they went to the doctor for happy pills, how many people just dealt with it and don’t take the pills?How many just drink instead?.