I tapped her butt and she giggled at herself.“Shit,” he said through the intercom before buzzing us in.We struggled up the stairs, my arms around ...her waist from behind.“Classy bitch,” was Cocoa’s conclusion when he saw her float into his apartment.“Ritzy place,” Kyrsten said, looking around the messy apartment. She yelped as I began tickling her while I held her. “You’re Koko, like the clown?” she asked.When I laughed, Cocoa threw his hands up. “Man! Nah, girl, Cocoa. Cocoa the drink. ‘Cause I. "We'll see, Hayden. I won't say anything, but this piece of shit mightimplicate him and there's nothing I can do about that." She held theyounger fake woman as she sobbed, but both of them just needed someone tohold for a while.***After that the wedding went off without a hitch. Cynthia had enjoyed theday, even though dancing with everyone in her heels was a little painfulafter a while. She took them off as she walked back up to their hotel roomwith Heath. As they got to the door, Cynthia. " It will still be a rather small party," George said. "The pub isn't all that big," No but our garden is," Jennie said. "So you call these people now" - she handed George a slip of paper with a name on it written in the Rector's neat and altogether illegible hand, followed by a phone number that could be deciphered - "they are the people that provided the tents for the big church do last year. 'Efficient and reasonable' the Rector's wife called them."George picked up the phone, but then put it. Vickie leaned forward and looked past Fran at Ms Marshall."If you hadn't stopped me I would have ridden that bitch until she was tamed." God, thought Fran, she's getting more outrageous every day. Ms Marshall chuckled obviously enjoying the mental image created by Vickie's words."Why don't you two go ahead to lunch?" Ms Marshall gave Fran's knee a familiar squeeze as she stood up and walked back across the gym. Vickie leaned over and whispered in Fran's ear."She's hot for you girl."Fran and.