Then she began her trek to home. About a half a mile of walking, her flip-flop broke and she felt like the fates were against her. Her throat felt lik... sandpaper and she wanted to drink those tears she foolishly wasted earlier. She wished she had a cellphone signal, to call for her mom to pick her up. She slowly trudged on, one foot bare and scalded by the hot gravel. She noticed a blur on the horizon, a couple miles away. The hot wind stirred dust in the air so she could not tell if it was. I said I didn't think that was the problem, but he just went and washed off his dick, then came back and sat in his chair. He didn't say anything about what I was supposed to do. I guess he just figured I knew by now. I started to try to suck his cock by standing in front of him and bending over, but I couldn't really bend down that far comfortably, so I had to get on my knees in front of his chair. He spread his legs open and I scooted up in between them. I couldn't believe he was making me do. ‘What’s the matter?’ She asked in surprise. ‘Nothing, nothing at all. That’s a very pretty dress if I may say.’ ‘This?’ She waved her hand down over the dress dismissively. ‘ It used to be a bridesmaid dress, when I was seven from Evie and then when I was eight for Stella.’ ‘You must have been extraordinarily tall for your age.’ He grinned. ‘Don’t be silly.’ She giggled. ‘Me and Mom have been altering it ever since, though it’s getting a bit short now.’ She looked down at the hemline half way. " Whaddya mean us, paleface?" Okay, I'm sorry for insinuating that you're a poor little rich boy." At my amused grunt, she continued. "Um, speaking of apologies... I spoke with Nicki yesterday."Silence."Jordan?" How is Annika?" Very well, actually. She was offered an associate editorship on U.S. News, working out of DC." She must be happy with that, being so close to home," I said tonelessly."She asked about you." I didn't respond, so she continued. "She couldn't bring herself to call or write,.