Andrew was sitting on a couch with a glass of wine and thinking something. I knocked the open door to disturb him and said hey. He stood up and greete... me with a small hug and chick to chick kisses.I asked where is everyone and why are you alone here. A party is expected here. He said yes it was a party most of them left a hour ago and for rest of the peoples I informed them the party is cancelled. I also texted you, didn’t you check your phone. I didn’t check my phone because I was busy in. "Looking for tools," she said in defense of her action. "Ineed a pry bar and thought there might be one in here. What is thisplace?"She turned and noticed my physical condition and then ran toward me toassist me from falling down."You dying or something?" she asked with concern."I'm fine. Give me a minute." I said while slowly regaining my breathand balance. "It's my shop. I used to build race bikes and repair andrestore street bikes." You sure you don't have some disease or something? This. She’s wearing a silky blouse under her short, open jacket. Mrs. McBrand is wearing a blouse and jacket just like it and I know her bosom is unbound ... I can see her teats swaying and wobbling under that thin blouse as she steps toward me smiling. For the life of me, I can’t remember shit about what Polk was trying to tell me. Something about letting women have their way?“Joss, I wanted you to meet my Mother, Mrs. Juanita McBrand.“Mother, this is Joss Wayward, the young man I was describing to. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet explained that she spent two nights with Connor, believing she.