She was also telling me what she was studying while she was here in the United States. She was doing both of these things because I had asked, and I w...s leaning my chin on my hand and looking into her eyes with an air of intense interest, hoping she wouldn't notice that my leading comments and questions would, if one were observant, belie the fact that I was actually paying no attention whatsoever.My favorite waitress was on tonight, and she came over to ask for our drinks. I ordered a bottle. "Is anything the matter?" she asked, concerned."No, everything's fine. Just didn't stay out like I thought we would. I was too tired," I told her, then said, "Don't get up ... you can watch whatever you're watching." You don't mind?" Perfect, I thought. Better than I could have planned."Nah. I don't know why I'm so tired, but you're not going to bother me watching that. I'll probably be asleep before I'm on the bed," I kidded.As Stacy turned her attention back to the TV, I grabbed my pajama. David made his way to Paul’s house, he had mixed feelings, knowing how he had been unable to resist his mother, but concerned that he may be too late. Sure enough, as he approached the house he saw Constable Jones’ bicycle tucked down the side of the house. He looked up at the closed bedroom curtains, angry at himself for giving in to his lust for his mother, imagining Jean, probably crying as that arrogant bastard forced himself on her.David was tempted to burst into the house and attack Jones. I was also not sure I wanted to cross the point of no return without checking with Cucky one last time. I called him and told him about my encounter with Raffy, and Cucky came over the phone agan, that's when I was sure. I told Cucky that we work again late on Friday and that I Was gonna attack Raffy and put that huge bulge to good use!Cucky: I always travelled to CG on the weekends, so she wanted to time things so I would be there in time to clean her afterwards.CG: Friday night rolled.