I stuck my head out of my office and looked for Rachel. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, clad only in her string bikini, waiting on Sandi....��Psssst,” I called out. Rachel looked in the direction of my office. I motioned for her to step down the short hallway and to the office.As Rachel stepped into my office, I again apologized for my lewd conduct.“That’s okay,” Rachel replied, her arms folded across herself. “I’m glad I turn you on.”“Both of you turn me on,” I disclosed.Sandi exited. Various lights began to pass over his body, and the device he had sealed himself into began to fill with a mist, obscuring his sight. He found himself holding his breath, afraid to inhale the mist and feel its sedating effects, afraid that he'd made the wrong decision . . . afraid to give up his life. He could only hold his breath so long, however, and drew in two lungfulls of air and chemicals. Within seconds, he found himself relaxing, barely able to keep his eyes open no matter how hard. ." Damn right it will. You know I just knew we'd both be sore by now," Coreysaid.I laughed and put the car in drive. Once our little tiff was over, ourconversation was fun. We laughed endlessly about how drunk I was and thesmall things I remembered.Arriving home, Mom was sitting on the couch and talking on the phone.Quickly, she hung up the phone. "I see my two boys made it back safe andsound." We did," I said."Your two boys, huh?" Corey asked. "I like the sound of that."Mom smiled, "Anyone. I slid an arm around Marie, pulling her tight against my side, loving the feeling of her body pressed against me as we watched Kimberly’s willowy movements on stage. The waitress came by and I ordered us another round. The music began to slow down and the lights to dim as the tall brunette’s dance obviously wound down. The waitress came back as the lights went up, setting our drinks down and taking the empties. I paid and tipped her and looked back to the stage. Kimberly was back on her feet.