I was having plenty of fun myself. All the girls that I had previously promised to fool around with were all coming up and seeing if I was ready for o...r private time, but instead found out that I didn"t want to make it obvious to everyone there seeing as how I am one of the hosts and the other is indisposed. But I told them after a few drinks and a couple hours, I would be more than ready to fuck their brains out, especially if they kept acting the way they were. But luckily for me, and unlucky. Please read and enjoy this fictional writing.Tom Williams was elated as he drove home from Elmhurst High School. He knew his wife, Janet, would be thrilled at his news. Tom is 32, trim and athletic, with blonde hair and towering at 6'7". He was the right size, but never played basketball as he was uncoordinated in sports. His wife, a fiery red head was the one to be athletic with a well defined figure. She was 30, 5' 7" and turned heads when entering a room. Both, Tom and Janet had. But now I suppose we ought to get going." Yeah," Sutton agreed. "But don't forget to come back next time. You're always welcome, especially if you bring pretty ladies like this with you." They waved their farewells as Brad and Grace made their way back to his bike."We need to get home quick," Grace whispered to him."I know," Brad answered miserably. "I really screwed this up..." No, you idiot!" she hissed interrupting him. "I am so fucking horny I could screw a doorknob and it's all your fault!. Want some?" Tell me what happened!" she yelled, and to anyone else she would've sounded angry, but I knew, and she on the raw edge of pain and panic.In answer, I grabbed my journal, turned the key to unlock it, and opened it to the page I'd started writing on Christmas Eve before handing it to her."What the fuck is this?" she asked, turning it over to look at the glittery unicorn cover.But I only picked up my phone and went to the kitchen. I refused to think about anything, not Mom, not John,.