Don’t really get hung over. I feel peachy keen right now.’ I stared at her. ‘You lucky bitch.’ She shrugged. ‘Yeah, but Angela says one day ...t’ll all catch up to me, so don’t get too jealous.’ I was barely lucid enough to work my coffee machine, and gulped down the bitter sludge it spat out. Jean lightly sipped at her mug. ‘I think it’s starting to come back to me,’ she said. ‘We went back here, and then we started making out, but then you broke away suddenly and puked on both of our shirts. By. “Well ... first of all, I’m not a Latina ... or Hispanic either, smart boy!” she remarked spiritedly, with a quick frown to accompany her words.“I beg your pardon,” I said, glancing at her. “I didn’t mean to offend.”She eyed me with disdain for a moment, then relented with a grin. “You, sir, are in the presence of a genuine Cheyenne maiden and the Cheyenne nation is ‘Native American’, not Hispanic or Latino or any of that stuff.”I studied her features for a long moment and smiled. “Okay, Ms.. Ginny had a look of dismay so Kat asked Honey have you ever wondered about why your mom goes away each month for a weekend by herself? Yea but it's for work. No my dear it's for me see she comes here and pleases me however I want her too. Ok let me start over 10 years ago your mom was ready to leave your father cause he can't keep her needs meet but I found her and taught her the joys of lesbian sex and many other things and told her to stay and I would keep her well fucked. but I made her. Tried to put a finger up my butt, God it's so embarrassing. Then I thought I found a guy I might actually be able to live with. He was a nice as you, he never pressed me for more time and actually made me want him to be around more. He was the one guy who didn't want too much from me. Then I found out why, he's married and lives on Indian Lake with a wife and 2 kids. I'm such a loser."Mary started crying and I went to her to comfort her as best I know."Mary, you're not a loser. You know how I.