"Evenin' Miss Karmalia." "Good evening Harold!" she chimed cheerily as she pushed the button to the elevator. She sighed, ticking away the seconds, h...er body splotchy and slick in the florescent light, the night written on her skin in jizz and dumpster juice. The doors opened, and she hopped in and pushed the button for the penthouse. It was a long ride up, but she savored the anticipation for the finale of the night. She never thought her start as a lowly programmer would lead her to found a. “- laugh at me, don’t you dare lie,” she interjected when he thought to deny the charge, “I can practically feel the stitching in your jeans we’re so damn close so I know you were either laughing or having some sort of fit, which God knows is beyond my luck and then you tell me you’re not actually looking for a quick obliging shag, thank you very much, just something obscure from probably the only woman in the state who jumps ten feet when you’re near her so what’s the fucking point of all this. Just then the ladie's room door was pushed open by two loudladies. Christie signaled me to be quiet but a soft slurping sound was theonly noise I was capable of making with Christie's lovely lollipop betweenmy lips."Who was that fucking bitch who was hanging all over Bob on the dancefloor?" one of them said angrily. "I've had my eye on him for my daughterfor a long time." Your daughter, my ass," came the rejoinder from the cubicle next to ours."You'd like to hang all over him yourself." The. Of course, this alerted the rest of the household and the next thing I knew, Mom and Sara were looking at the two of them as if they were crazy. Then the infectious laughter caught up to Sara and set her off. I know she had no idea what she was laughing at but it didn't stop her a bit.I guided Jill over to the couch and sat her down. Mom went over to the broom and picked it up. "What's this doing here?"Mary and Jill looked at each other, snorted again and started laughing even harder. Sara.