” Daphne deposited the rest of her coins and mashed the button. Then she turned. “Mallory, did I do something wrong this morning?”“Um..” Mal...ory bit her lip. “Yes and no.” She fidgeted with the machine’s coin return as she searched for words. “See Daphne, the thing is--”“Daphne?” Holly’s heavy footsteps boomed down the stairs and both girls did a double take. Her outfit was the standout. The powder blue blouse and dark ripped jeans managed both style and comfort; Neither or those words were. Of course, she'd had it with her own son, and that made it a lot different from the average love affair. Also, she'd spent the night fucking with Dane just after she'd gotten engaged to Craig. The whole situation was pretty weird, she had to admit.But wasn't that basically Craig's fault? If he didn't have this silly belief in not fucking before marriage, she wouldn't have ended up in bed with her son. She wouldn't have been starved for sex, wild with frustration, so incredibly needy that she. 'i dont want a lot for christmas...' started plaing softly "Merry Christmas" she said in almost a whisper. He just stood there, awe struck..the christmas lights playing of her hair, the glisten of the ribbon. He was shaking, but he wasnt able to breath at this point either. He stood there, unable to move, unable to speak. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity...he finally found his voice "hi beautiful" he chocked out. He took a step toward her and knelt down to her. . One of the men motioned to his chest in the apparent fashion of intending someone had large breasts. The other three joined in. I could only imagine that Samantha had walked into the bar. "Sorry," Samantha said as she put a hand on my shoulder. "Got caught up in an email discussion," she sat on the stool next to me. "No problem," I replied. "You already have some admirers," I nodded across the bar. The four men were trying to pretend that they weren't looking. "Usual suspects," she sighed. She.