"We clicked off and I tossed my phone onto the table in front of me, and then grabbed a pillow, held it over my face and AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!...!!!!!!Ashlee pulled the pillow away from my face, "Stop that." But she..." No. She is your mother and she loves you. That is all that matters."I pulled the pillow back and AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!Ashlee then climbed on to my lap and tossed the pillow away from me. "Look here mister. As a mom, I know. As a child I know. Take it all in and relax.. Nicole's green eyes flashed as she said, "This is different. I've never brought this game up before because I figured that neither one of you would play it, but seeing as we're bored out of our fucking minds, I wanna give it a shot. I think it'll be fun." "Not if it involves drinking that," Cory groaned. Nicole ignored him. "The game is called Sex or Suicide." At the very mention of sex from Nicole I grew excited, though I did well to hide it. "We play it using that bottle of alcohol, and. “Belinda, be careful. If you need me, call and I’ll come fast. I’m not sure I trust Charles and his buddies to give up quite yet.”“I will, Steve. However, I think they are tired. Charles had other girls than me. Hopefully, they’ve learned that I’m not going to be worth their trouble.”We left for our jobs.For me, it was a quiet but busy day. Belinda called once in the early afternoon. We talked a few moments while she was on her way to an appointment and I had a gap between vendors. We would. My roommate is a young man named Jeffrey O’Braonain. He’s a six-foot-four, lean and athletic, good-looking Irishman with short red hair and pale green eyes. We totally clicked. I didn’t think we would, since we came from radically different backgrounds, but we did. Jeff was a really nice guy. Like me, he was Roman Catholic by birth. He came from the city of Boston, in Massachusetts. He used to play football for Boston College High School, an all-male private school. Now, he’s a running back on.