“Didn’t we just go to bed?” Max asked. “I distinctly remember not being able to get him out of his chair.”“No, Sam’s right,” Alex smil...d. “I went to bed with two hotties that night.”The apartment rocked with a burst of wind. I frowned.Sam looked at the windows. “I’m not going home in that.” She turned to me. “Uh, one drink? Or ... remember when we had rum in those milkshakes? Could we put some in hot chocolate? Is that a drink?”“I don’t think we’re on butt stuff yet,” I told them. “We don’t. I know all about how interrogations worked, so I decided not to play along.“We all worked together. So of course our boss would like to know what happened,” Gabby said.“You were there you saw what happened,” I said. “There is nothing more I can add to it.”“Well I guess we will head on over to mom’s house,” Gabby said.“You guys have fun,” I suggested.As soon as they were back in Gabby’s BMW, I had a feeling they were not going to stay with mom. They might visit, but all they really wanted had. It was particularly good as I thought about what might happen with Joyce.I knew Joyce of course. I’d met her a number of times when she was with Sandy. She was no Venus deMilo but still attractive. She was more than a little overweight but she was friendly and outgoing. And her tits! She had what looked to me like gorgeous tits. After I dropped Sandy off at Sears and was driving home, I thought to myself, if it happens nobody is ever going to believe it. I didn’t hear from Sandy for a couple of. Of course she was always with Howard, and it never ceased to make him grin when he caught one of them. "You still got it baby." He would whisper to her when they had passed. She passed her hands down across her newly flattened tummy, and smiled again. She was proud of the progress she had made. Then sliding them to her hips, she felt the slightly puffy area just above her hips. This brought a frown to her face. "Got to get rid of these love handles." She moaned to herself. Turning a.