Jack was all tied up. She guessed she did win last night she thought to herself. Much good it did her to enjoy any of it. She couldn’t remember shit...of anything after the shots were done. Oh well maybe he could help fill in the blanks. All she knew was she needed strong coffee stat and the espresso she smelled smelt really inviting at this moment. She got out of bed and nearly crashed down to the floor. Holy hell my legs are fucking numb she thought to herself. She must have had a really good. Not for the better. Not for the worse. Just different. I had no aspirations; no goals. The only thing that held me together was a hope that, without me, Suzie would lead a good life. My self-preservation instinct made me not look for that information. If she hadn’t, I’d not have much reason to live.Not that I had anything against succeeding or making money. I wasn’t a hippie or a mennonite. I’d been wealthy briefly, and I’d been harder up than I was now. I regarded this as no different then a. "Is that some kind of challenge?" I joked back."You did say 'bet'," Sean reminded me.I looked over at Ryan, who'd been quiet. I noticed a small bulge in his sweatpants that hadn't been there before. I gave him a half smile."What do you think, Ry?" I teased. "Could I make you cum?" I don't know," he said, seriously. "You'd be the first."With a little pang, I realized that Ryan really thought it was him who was the problem.But Sean and Kyle erupted into blowjob virgin jokes and it was Ryan's turn. " Carole Ann?" I shouted to get her attention, "Ensign Olsen wants you to give lessons to the town air raid siren."This was the era of the fallout shelter and students hiding under their desks as protection from nuclear blasts. Every town had war surplus air raid sirens scattered here and there. The radio had regular 'Tests' of the CONELRAD (CONtinental ALert RADio) Civil Defense Alert Network. I know a school desk would keep me from being charred to a crispy critter. But it sure made me hate.