He put his hand inside the box. "See, I knew it!" What? There's nothing there."Jason shook his head at his friend's lack of perception. He put hiso...her hand on the floor beside the trunk to emphasize his point."So?" They're not level, Kevin," Jason sighed. "See? The bottom of thetrunk should only be a couple of inches higher than the floor, butinstead there's a good five or six inches difference. This thing has afalse bottom." Oh, now I see it! Why didn't I notice that before?" Because. " You think Dad should have to go to work bare legged? Harsh!" Yeah, but tights! Why do you even still call her Dad?" Duh! She's my Dad, retard!" Your Dad's called Jennifer. You're, like, the only girl in school whohas a Dad called Jennifer!" And you're the only girl in school with a tattoo. Who cares? Besides, Ican't call her Mum - Mum's Mum. Two Mums would be just confusing." How is she? Your Mum Mum, not your Dad Mum." Mum Mum? Jeez!" Well you can't keep calling her Dad! It's disrespectful,. The party had started at eight and was rolling right along. I was more of an observer than a participant because I'm a non-drinker; everybody else was on alcohol and you could see them all loosening up as the evening progressed. Bernie was getting shit-faced because everybody was buying him drinks including a lot of people who knew him, but who were not actually at the table with us. Bernie's wife Maggie was putting away her fair share, but on her it looked good. Maggie got real loose when she. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was parted. He desperately wanted to taste her, he wanted to touch, bite, lick and relieve ever cell in her tense body. He did none of that. Instead he pulled his fingers out of her and stepped back. ‘No…’ she gasped and looked up at him, her eyes glazed over, her body already quivering. ‘Yes.’ He smiled and motioned for her to come to him. She did, though hesitantly. He snapped open her bra and left her naked in front of him. He could see she was having.