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Four drinks and four shots later, Lisa found herself huddled in close to Bill. He was telling her another one of his naughty tales from being on the road so many years. Peg and Cindy sat there, clearly uncomfortable. Like the pizza, they had been all but forgotten.
“Lisa, we’re going home now. You should probably go with us.” Peg and Cindy were standing. They could see Bill’s left hand on Lisa’s inner thigh. The ends of his fingers were almost under her skirt. They couldn’t see that Bill’s right hand was gently squeezing one of her cantaloupe-sized breasts, although as drunk as she was, Lisa probably wouldn’t have cared if they could.
Bill’s caress became a grab as if to tell her she couldn’t leave. Lisa smiled at Bill before turning towards Peg and Cindy, “What? Oh! What time is it?”
Even in her drunken condition, Lisa could tell they were upset with her. She would smooth things over with them on Monday.
“It’s almost 7.” Peg pointed to her watch as she said it.
“Ok!” Lisa made a small gasp as Bill tightened his grip on her tit. “Well you two go. I’ll head out in a minute, after I finish this drink. Yea, and then I’ll head to the store. I’ll see you both tomorrow, ok.” She laughed, “I mean Monday. I’ll see you Monday.” There was no doubt Lisa was drunk.
“So much for pizza.” It was Peg, talking to Cindy as they walked away. Lisa clearly didn’t hear her.
Peg and Cindy gave one look back before heading out the door. Cindy’s instincts were to go back and drag her from the chair, but then she noticed that Lisa and Bill were already back in their little huddle, laughing again. Bill’s hand was rubbing her upper thigh.
“She made her bed”, Peg told her friend. “I’m sure we’ll hear all about it on Monday.” Lisa was not their favorite person at that moment. This night had not gone well for either her or Cindy.
Ten minutes after Peg and Cindy left, Bill and Lisa were making out in the far stall of the men’s bathroom. Except for her shoes and panty hose, she was naked. Bill had skills. He was fully enjoying the huge tits he had been drooling over all night.
Lisa was trying to slow down. She had planned on telling her son not to wait up. “Just a sec. I’m calling my son so hush.”
By squeezing the two big orbs together, Bill could get both nipples in his mouth, “But ... boobies. Must have big boobies.”
“ Do you like my big boobies? I couldn’t tell. Well ... Oh wait! I think it’s ringing. ‘Hello? Hello?!’ Hmmm, guess I’ll try later. Ok then, where were we. I have a condom in my purse.”
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They sat facing each other in a room unfamiliar to her. He had led her past the library to the back of the house where bright lights no longer spilled through the towering windows. It was a room of secrets, dark and quiet, lit only by shrinking tongues of flame and dying embers sputtering in a nearby hearth. She thought it smelled of man-smells, of leather, tobacco, and the charred wood of a campfire. For a brief minute, just after he took her hand, led her through the door, and then closed...
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"She does love you. Perhaps too much." Simon's voice still carried the same self-confidence that Steven remembered from the only other time he had heard it. His thumb hovered over the "End" button, an instant away from silencing him. Instead, he pulled the car to the side of the road, unable to look away from Elyse's name staring back at him from the tiny glowing screen. "How did you get her cell?" Steven asked, after a moment's pause. He was determined not to let the defeat show...
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