As did all the boys at school. They made small talk. A fat, sweating bald man made a pass at me. I didn’t know what to do, how to get rid of him. I ...was rescued by a redheaded woman, who steered me away. “Just tell him to piss off, that’s what all the other wives do, now you must be one of Louis bright young things, now where is he, he was with the girl you arrived with,” she said looking around. “Oh never mind, now, I’m Mo.”We chatted, then I saw Mum emerge from a door near the bar, smoothing. I was into it, he followed quickly. A little more fiction to the mix, I was her hair stylist from Brighton. I must declare, I got fucked. It was as good as the first time I had him. He was harder and fatter than is normal. Most all of my cherry red lipstick ended up on his shaft. I could not get the cock head past my teeth. I was pushing so hard it was hurting him so I had to just slobber, buff and jack him. I gave up all control on the mount, I offered my ass and he took be from. But...this has never happened to me before!" Relax, kid, go with the flow. You can trust him. If I'm wrong, I'll letyou kick me in the shins even harder next time."I sighed, but she gave me a reassuring hug, so after a little touchup wemarched back out and let the evenng follow its course.Which meant, eventually, that Sarah and Kev went their way and Zach and Iwent ours, down through the park to the river. There was an overlookthere, atop a short cliff, where we could watch the swirling. Out of precaution, Sage placed her fingers on the artery on her sister’s neck. The pulse was slow but strong. Her sister would be fine after rest. Sage stood up, looking around the dark room. She didn’t need to have lights on to know that most likely the area around the bed looked as if a hurricane had passed through right after a wild bull. Any person off the streets would be beyond shocked to know that Vicki’s room was actually the dirtiest room in the house, besides the kitchen and living.