I was out on the floor a couple of times with the hottest chick in the class - she was both pretty and very shapely, so I was not the only one to woo ...her. I had the slight advantage that we had flirted on and off during school, but it had never evolved into anything but the flirt, and tonight didn't seem to be any different, unfortunately.When the buses finally arrived at around 4 am. for the tour back to town, I found a seat at the very rear of the bus. I had just prepared to settle in for a. “There she is. My little blonde Babydoll in those slutty red shoes. Goddamn those heels have mileage, don’t they?” “Fuck you,” I smile. “You don’t hear me complaining, do you? Nice choice. The slutty little tee, the tight little shorts. I’m going to enjoy this.” “I hope you brought your A-game.” “Games? At this hour? I thought you said that hot cunt of yours is all mine.” “It is. It got you here didn’t it? But the truth is, you still have to earn it.” You seem intrigued as you cross the. "You act like you're all hot for some girl. Who is she?"My eyes darted to his mother, who was across the room doing something at the book case. I got them off of her right away, but he looked to where I had looked and then back at me."Ha, ha," he said. "Like it could be my mom. Come on. Who is she?" What do you mean, Ha, Ha?" I asked, upset for some reason. "There's nothing wrong with your mom." Except that she's my mom," he said, grinning. "Come on, Bobby. Give. Who is this chick who has you. I imagine it’s not allowed these days but back then we played a game called Postman’s Knock. This involved one of the party goers going into a small room and sitting on a chair; once seated the light would be switched off and the door closed. This would be followed shortly by a knock at the door. The person in the room had to say … who’s there? ‘it’s the postie’ (always a member of the opposite sex) would be the reply ‘close your eyes I have a parcel for you’. The postie was then invited to.