But the night things really began to change was during one of our infamous sleepovers. We were going to watch a movie, and had recently changed into ...ur sleepwear. I had put on a tank top and some short cotton shorts, my typical bedclothes. Alex had changed faster than me and was lying across the whole couch."Hey, don't I get a spot?," I asked."Nope! My house, my couch," he joked, with a grin on his face.Loving our casual ribbing I retorted, "Fine, I can just sit right here."I positioned. My mind continued to wonder if tonight I would get my chance when I noticed her eyeing up a bunch of black guys who'd sat down at the other end of the bar and as I turned to look at them it was obvious they were looking her over too. When I went to get her another drink they made some crude remarks like "how much to fuck your bitch man?" which I ignored. Carianne drank her brandy and coke, becoming more wasted all the time. To my surprise she then began flirting with her eyes and wriggling her. As if I’m some piece of flesh for their trophy case or something. Foul mouthed no class beasts. The night you first drove me was the night I called your dispatcher. I warned that if one more, filthy mouthed, driver came for me, my friend the mayor would be calling his company. That was our first night together Maxwell.?Max was confused. He knew nothing of this before. He thought how could anyone dare be rude to this heavenly creature? He apologized to her for the idiots. ?No need. Boom, you didn’t know what happened suddenly you were inside my hill, remember that? You didn’t even realized you were inside the hill, even though the dirt on the walls and the roots hanging down from the ceiling should be a clear giveaway. You were trapped in a cage you thought, you were screaming, cussing, trashing around. You weren’t mommy’s little boy back then. You were a full grown man on a business trip that walked right into my hills, lucky me. Lucky mommy. You know, full grown men.