Would soda be okay?" Yes that would be just fine." Two or three hours without coffee might be a little hard on me. I usually have a cup in my hand whe...ever I get the chance. "I guessed that the 'when in Rome' rule applies" I answered. "If we ever do this again I will fill a thermos."Michael smiled I noticed with satisfaction. I never planned to do it again, but the idea that an 18 year old boy wanted to be with me was a huge boost to my sagging ego. Michael left me in the car while he went in. Eventually, they tagged up for some after-hours tango. From then on, they planned their once-a-week-meet at Mongo’s. The same routine as Moe had witnessed: Kitty spent the first part of the night dancing with every Joe who asked but ended the night sneaking off to the cottage with Schmidt. Kitty’s boy toy didn’t mind spending his moola on her – he’d given her flowers, the mink, and the necklace. But that last time was supposed to be even more special. They’d broke custom and met for lunch the. “Cousin?”“Yeah, well, sort of. He’s a God—at lease he would be if he wasn’t such a Bad Boy. I wanted to fuck him more than anything. If only he could have been my first instead of stupid Clint Fengler.”“You’re such a slut. Clint’s a pig.”“Yeah, I know, but… He’s coming over now.”“Clint?” Candi asked with horror.“No, Alessandro, you idiot.”“Here? Now? What do you mean?”“He’s in town, and he called me up.” The only reason he called is because he wants to fuck me,” Brandi thought. “I gave him your. After some talking between me and the girls, Kayla came straight up to me and kissed me on the lips. Everyone was aghast. She then out of nowhere pushed me down on the girl's bed I was sitting on and to this day, I still don't know who's bed that was. She pulled her shirt off and started making out. She said to everyone, "Whoever wants to watch can stay, but I'm going to fuck him no matter what." She never really asked my permission but I let it slide. We then stood up and got undressed. I saw.