“Okay,” Douglas said agreeing. “Hey wait a minute,” Samantha suddenly said. “We almost forgot about Larry.” “What about him?” Douglas...asked. “Well, the thought just occurred to me of, do you think he will let you have time off to go down to Washington?” Samantha asked. “Well, I don’t see what choice he haves, when I tell him that I have to go to Washington,” Douglas answered. “Oh, that’s nice to know,” Samantha said. “Honey, Larry is not the kind of a man to refuse letting anyone have some. ”“I AM right! You should be having a blast, Terry. 19 years old and no responsibilities. Six pack, tall dark musician vibes, beach view bedroom, and don’t forget...”“Don’t make it weird, Sid.”Alex just kept watching from his spot on the floor.“Right,” Sid continued and moved to the mini fridge, “I’m just saying, Terry. When’s the last time you had fun? When’s the last time you got laid?”It had actually been years for Terry now, and this was starting to get him a little fired up, “What are you. I had rented the flat out to Lucy and Jackie for peanuts really. Mum’s new hubby was loaded, and Kelly and I had our own little house next to theirs. Over the following 2 years I travelled back to England every 4 months to stay with my friends, and more importantly, so that Kelly could stay with her dad for a few days. Even with all of this I felt like something was missing. But I had my daughter and she filled my time anyway. At least I could let my hair down with Lucy and Jackie when I was. . fidgeting ... antsy. The beat from the Avocado was catchy and had Wendy’s hips rolling. The sheriff was definitely paying too close attention to the sack of cats in her slacks. Wendy does NOT wear jeans. Summa Cum Laude Law School graduates who passed the bar on the first try do not wear jeans ... or so she said.It’s okay ... linen clings ... jeans mold ... no matter ... it’s all fine ass.“Sheriff ... your wife is looking this way.”“Shit ... who is that woman?” he asked.“Wendy Austin...”He.