“The note!” I thought. “My pants!” I turned towards the stairs, “Jesus Christ!” I dug the pants I’d been wearing the day before yesterda...y out of the dirty clothes basket in my room. I fingered the pockets until I found it. I pulled it out, opened it…and stared at the words. My mind drifted a little as I pictured my intervention…Friends and family, all sitting nervously in the living room, their eyes filled with concern; some contempt; my father with that “You little son-of-a-bitch” look on his. I’m not sure if it’s the same for everyone else but I usually feel that having one glass is fine. I then have a second glass thinking the first one never worked. After the third glass, I completely forget why having a drink was such a bad idea in the first place. Anyway, I think I probably had a glass too many. That’s going to be my excuse from here on in, so please don’t judge me.Skipping forward to the evening and things were going very well, so far at least. I say so far because Harry didn’t. Secondly, she is a snob and would love to tell all those other women that she visited a top, well known, model liker you.” “Just like Pam has a crush on you, Lez., I bet she really wished that it was her fingering your cunt instead of Jill. Great, now that we got all that settled, let’s have a little more champagne so we can finish the bottle and start enjoying ourselves, do you agree my sexy ladies?” Mom was a little reluctant to respond to Christy’s probing hands and fingers, she would start. Rebecca walked upstairs to the master bedroom to change out of her lingerie and into a regular loose-fitting white v-neck and fuzzy blue sweatpants. No bra, but she kept on the black lace thong, just in case. She shook her head. What did she think was going to happen? He's just going to go back to his computer after dinner. Maybe, just maybe, if he came to bed early enough, he might cop a feel or two and give her a nice swift missionary-position fuck. It didn't matter one bit if she was wearing.