Now it was up to him.*There was a knock at the door. My husband jumped to open it. Sally came slowly in. He ushered her through to the bedroom of the ...uite. I could see her taking in the candles I had lit and the music playing. She accepted the chilled glass of Prosecco my husband offered her. I was smoking a joint over in the shadows. He introduced me and made sure she understood I was going to remain in the room. I offered her a toke which she gratefully took. “I’m really glad you will be. I told her Im tired baby just let me come get you tomorrow okay. She implied that she needed me right then, so I drove from my job which was forty five minutes from where she was. I arrived at 1:54 am and gave her a call....she came out wearing a long coat like those detectives wear, anyway we started driving and only halfway to the highway she started giving me head, amazing head it was so good infact I started to feel something I never felt before a ting-a-ling in my left arm. She lets up and. “Whatever.”“I’m serious,” she said, most seriously.“Come on. Really?”“Yeah. It’s her senior year. Has she ever been to a dance?”“No. Didn’t sound like it.”“Ironic, since she’s a dancer. You have to take her then.”“Wouldn’t that be weird?”“If it was that weird, why did you even ask me?”“I wasn’t asking! I was just telling you what she said. Anyway, I bet she changes her mind once the—” I caught myself in time, silently cursing myself for not having told Heather about my pot smoking yet. I had to. Trink stared at Mal, Mal stared at Trink, Trink blinked, Mal blinked, Trink stroked his bowed beard, Mal put his tiny paw on his chin, Trink grinned, Mal showed all his fangs, Trink chortled "heard the boyo was a nipper, hope he ain't a puffer though, asked Mal but he just snorted at me, grouchy old dragon" Trink froze seeing Mal's eyes light up at the word puffer. DeClan felt Mal take a deep breath and with a frown looked down just as Mal puffed, Trink got out a half wail covering his beard.