They were in a raucous mood, practically racing out to move on to the next nightclub. I tugged on Kayla's arm."I'm not going, make some excuse for me,...will you?" She protested but gave up soon enough. Now my friends were gone. The pounding in my heart intensified. I felt like the victim of some sacrificial rite ready to be hurled into the maw of an active volcano. I turned around, Ms, X was standing right there. "I thought you'd left?" she asked me. "I wanted to spend the night with you," I. " Controlling."You shouldn't be an English major, Jen, you should be training for the diplomatic service. You could sell shit and position it as organic fertilizer, or plant food."She didn't feel the need to respond."I have changed. Jeff says it was there all along. The stuff I cared so much about six months ago just doesn't seem that important anymore." I know exactly what you mean. I changed a lot, too, after I met Jeff. He makes you question the reasons you do things." I know exactly what. I still remember how nice she tasted (like peppermint) and how good her body smelled. We made out for a long time. She had only removed her shirt and I was only brave enough to touch those enormous breasts of hers through the under-wire bra she was still wearing. Our legs and bodies were wrapped tightly and soon we were dry humping. I wish that I could tell you what I was thinking... . I can remember the feeling. I don’t want to sound to cliché, but it was as if a fantasy had come to life for. You were right; traffic was gruesome. Mark stopped by before I left and I just lost track of the time. I really am sorry.”Tina softened a little. “Mark stopped by? For what?”“Probably with a gaggle of Christmas strippers,” Caroline snapped. She wasn’t a fan of Mark ever since he asked her husband how he put up with her at a party we’d hosted. “Anyway, we’ve been freezing our asses off. Let’s just go to dinner.”Tina bumped her arm into Caroline’s with a warning look. She looked back at me with.