I was in the kitchen, raiding the fridge and generally avoiding the young, hip, pretty people who had yet again invaded my home.I had earned uncle of ...he decade from DJ. In truth, I think the boys had as much fun as the kids did.Gloria and Winthrop had come and gone, as had Robert and Missy, JR and current mistress, and Stan and Olivia.Everyone else were either assholes whom I didn't care about or, like these three stooges, just assholes."Beer, John? Really?" Dave took the bottle from me and. I wasn't very happy about this, but I didn't want to start a scene and maybe ruin the whole night. But as I continued to watch, John began taking more liberties with Emma. Another hand began sliding down her stomach and was quickly moving between her legs. No one was paying any attention to them, but I thought there was no way that Emma was gonna let his hand go any further.I was wrong though, and a couple of John's fingers began to disappear under the hem of Emma's dress. From what I could. Warren lay happily in bed whilst Willow brushed her teeth in the ensuite bathroom. *You know, I think I could really enjoy being Tara.True, she's far kinder then me, but where has being a member of the Trioreally got me? I murdered Katrina, the only girl who ever loved me, Ihave law enforcement and the Scoobies after my ass for the many crimesI've committed and as Tara I am loved and not by a male, which I wouldconsider disgusting - after all, I still consider myself a male where itcounts, but. The valet attendant took Brad’s tip with a guilty look on his face. We followed as Brad rolled onto the street and I carefully kept my distance. After about 10 miles he turned into a motel and stopped, he jumped out of the car then hurried into the lobby. The teen sat in the car, she was seat dancing and glancing around. Suddenly, she scrambled out of the car and ran inside the motel. I saw smoke and then flame coming from around the front tires, the biker was right, the corvette was engulfed.