Just a second." Linda smiled and pulled her mouth of his cock. She held his prick and slid all the way down on it until it was embedded deep in her ...unt."Hey, Hi Maureen! Thank you so so much for giving up your weekend time with Gary. He has filled a deep need I had for time with my big brother. We have been talking about old times, remembering when we were k**s and all that happened back then." She listened for a while and said, "Oh stuff about times with Mom and Dad and silly stuff. "Who would have made it?" How the hell would I know?" Jennifer said. "Maybe the book on the table will help us find out. Shit, I have no idea what this says. And I had three years of French. True, I got B's and C's. Well, and a D. But still, you'd think some of it would make sense." It is Medieval French," Marie-Renee said, looking over Jennifer's shoulder at the book the young girl had found on the dust-covered desk. "Mon Dieu! The last notebook of Michel de Nostredame!" You read Medieval. What can I get for ya?Sorry, that’s a reflex from dropping out of school at 16 to begin waitressing and being stuck in the same all-night greasy spoon for twelve years. I know the term for it these days is “service industry,” but fuck ‘em: It was a shitty highway diner and my ass is hard enough to deflect bullets from getting pinched and slapped by drunks and meth-ed up truckers all those years; I was a fuckin’ waitress.Like Suzy-Ho, I also live in Susan’s head. If we want to get all Freud. Maybe I just needed to let it happen. “I suppose a quickie can’t hurt.”Dion’s eyes lit up, then shot over my shoulder to Mr. Chapman. He shrugged. “You heard the lady.”“Lord have mercy, this is gonna be great,” Dion said. I felt his hands slide around my waist and cup my breasts right in front of my boyfriend.“Are you sure?” I mouthed silently, looking my man in the eyes. In hindsight, I wasn’t sure why I was asking for his permission. He put the ball in my court. Maybe I just felt bad for Dion.