Just over ten minutes later, we pulled off Welland Avenue and drove around the business fronting the street to the rear lot where another establishmen..., a moderately sized, gray industrial building stood. We came to a stop in front of its large garage door between a big, deep red pickup truck hitched to a long travel trailer on Mom's side and a shiny, black Harley Davidson on mine. A sign to the right of the garage door and in front of the bike stated that this was indeed Wheeling Auto Service. The boys were almost staring at her, waiting to pounce, as her breasts bounced. She smiled at them. They smiled back.The boys looked like frat bros. Easily not her type. They were waiting on her. After the game, they had a collective look of hunger on their face that could not be mistakable. The bros were easily drunk. They looked at her plump rump sashaying in the distance.They struggled to keep it in the pants, saying, "Look at her, asking to get fucked."They rolled up on her in a slightly. They were going to throw a party that Saturday starting at noon and ending, who knew when. I listened and heard them telling their boyfriends to get their hands on some booze and to be at my house by noon. It sure was strange listening to five different cell phone conversations at once.Well sure enough they arrived right on time loaded down with booze and ready to get shit faced.I took a little walk around the neighborhood. I saw Mrs. Brown taking her groceries out of her trunk and offered to. Besides, he had literally carried me in his arms for hours – I was pretty sure he could take my weight. Leliana shot me a grin as Alistair flushed bright red, and I giggled back. Once settled, I turned to her and Wynne, and Zevran who had just emerged from his tent as well."Alright. Out with it."They looked at me, confused, and Leliana spoke. "Out with what?" The teasing. The 'I told you so's. The lewd comments. Get them out of your system, would you? Speak now or forever hold your peace."Wynne.