After tanning at the beach for about 3 hours I got up and started walking home.when i was almost home my phone started ringing, so I got my phone out ...f my pocket and read the caller ID. It was niki so I anwserd the phone "hello?" "HEY! its niki!" she yelled through the phone "yeah, are you ok? you sound pretty drunk..." "yeah im fine... just REALLY drunk! "yeah... need me to pick you up?" "UHHM that would be AWESOME! thanks!" "other problem... where are you?" "RICKS HOUSE! duh!" "oh. ... I didn't say anything. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights frozen by fear. The fear of giving in to my desire rather than my moral obligation to class. I'm a lady not the new bar bitch to be banged in the basement. So I stood there...As I stood, he repeated the question as he stepped into me. He was slightly taller than I so his lips lingered an inch above mine as he whispered, "Are you sure?". As I stood still and silent, he slowly took the juice bottles out of my hands. ‘You said you had something for me Father.’ Simon stated, looking with suspision on the man now standing in his home, still not sure that the good Father was not another do gooder trying to help the poor crippled orphan. Deke sat in one of the overstuffed leather chairs across from where Mr. Farron had stopped his chair. ‘Yes, a Vatican envoy provided me with some background on how to find you and made it clear that I was to place this,’ motioning to the package in his lap ‘only into your. Where? After what we discussed?” “Don't worry about that. We just gotta sneak outta here.” She stood up and stamped her feet before sorting through the empty boxes and cracker packages on the table.“Have you seen my keys?”“No.” I said, tugging up my boots and admiring her. She had chosen again to wear big comfy black boots and tight black stretch pants with a form hugging long sleeved black sweater. Fall weather was happily muscling in and it was chilly out. I don't know how someone could dress.