“No! Not again. I love my husband and couldn’t do that again.” Mike brought out a small baggy of white powder and held it up to her saying. “C...me on, I called one of my buddies and he brought us over some more party favors. Just one bump.”“No, thank you.” my wife said, pulling away and sinking into the couch, looking a bit haunted.“That’s okay,” Natalie told her. “You don’t have to.” She picked up the TV remote on the coffee table and turned it on. “Let’s just watch a little of the tube while. I had lost two years out of my childhood and now I was twelve, with a few mental issues but on improving. So now after school, I was told to go to a friend of mines house (Julie), and wait for Dad to pick me up. When things in my head returned to normality and my smile returned, I was allowed to return to my old routine, of hanging out near the Biker Clubhouse. They were my new babysitters, Dad would honk his car horn and then I would wave goodbye to them. Arguments returned to the household. "But we, you and I, have had much more to drink than she had. But you're right. I'm sorry. I should have been better prepared." God damn fucking right, you should have," she hissed. "And you're also right, too, damn you. I can't drive, and you shouldn't. Janey will have to. But we're not finished discussing this, Mister. Not by a long ways."Somehow, I had figured that out already. At least when we parted she didn't tear anything off my body.Janey had been adjusting the mirrors and the driver's. While she stood to get the shots, this is how she looked. Her hair was open. She stood topless, with her back completely exposed. Her pallu was down, and her saree was tightly wrapped around her ass. The last innings of this match was that was left.I went straight to her, pulled her facing me, took a shot in my mouth, and drank. I took another shot and, this time, poured it all in her mouth. Some of the tequila fell on her boobs, and she was looking fucking hot. I held her pallu and slowly.