"Let melook at it, Matt," she said. "I know it's embarrassing, but I have to see how badyou're hurt."Matt stayed in a tight ball."Come on, Matt, I hav... to look," Tiffany pleaded. "If it's really, uh, broken,I'll take you to the emergency room, I promise."Slowly the younger boy uncurled his body. His face was still red, and he wasbreathing heavily. "OK," he told her, and his voice was trembling.When Matt didn't make a move to pull down his gym shorts, Tiffany realized shewould have to. She. He was quick to offer me one and I accepted. Steph always seemed to be the only sober one which is now an interesting fact as I look back on her willing participation. She needed nothing to relax her or to get her going. This particular night, I had made a request. I wanted to sit at the foot of bed, on a chair, and just let them talk and watch things take their course. After watching the evening unfold, I can honestly say It was such an amazing idea.We had some random radio station playing in. " While she went upstairs, I quickly looked up the restaurants in the area and made a booking for 8.00pm. I also booked a taxi so that I didn't have to drive. "Take your time Gran, we don't have to be there for about an hour. I'm going to have a shower and get dressed myself." We got to the restaurant and over the next 3 hours we both relaxed, enjoying a couple of bottles of wine. Gran looked so lovely dressed in a lilac frock that swirled around her legs and also had a beautiful cleavage. I. Stepping out of the shower, he dried off, slipped into a pair of panties, a long nighty, and sat down to paint his nails with a fresh coat of black before sliding into bed. It was going to be a long week. Thursday: After what felt like the longest day ever, Kim sat at home, nervous but ready to spend the night talking and drinking until the sun came up. Finally Chris arrived, a fresh pizza in his hands. "I thought we could use something to soak up some of the alcohol." He laughed, passing it.