If she refused to do it again, then he'd do it for himself. But only if she refused.His relaxation ended abruptly and violently as a piercing scream c...ut the air in the dark, quiet house. Patrick screamed again, a wailing, horrified, blood curdling scream and Bobby bolted up out of bed. He dashed out into the hall and down to the second floor, where he threw the door open, expecting to find someone beating the daylights out of poor Patrick.Bobby's eyes had become accustomed to the dark. What he. Stacey was wearing a sexy red bikini and a small pair of cotton shorts that barely covered her bottom. She was rolling and ready to hit the annual "beach party" at the frat hard. The frat had outdone themselves on the decorations and they had even gone so far as to hang misters above the dance area to cool everyone off.The frat guys were handing out cups of punch to the girls as they walked in. Stacey was pleasantly surprised by the fruity sweetness of the drink, which she knew was full alcohol. If they are going someplace else, I am not about to divert from my goal, this close to home, to escort them there. My plan, is to retreat to our hootch, maybe pack it in and start walking, or maybe hole up for another several hours, and walk in the front door tonight, as we had planned.”Both the women were quiet. Emily whispered first. “It’s surprising, but, last week I would have been outraged that you would pass those folks by, and not even offered to lend them a hand. After the last several. He travels to help with his own sexual frustrations. I didn’t know what that meant.On the last day, I was nude packing my clothes in an overly stuffed suitcase and there was a knock at the door. When I opened it Cram was standing there in tightly well packaged Speedo. I smiled and opened the screen door. Smiling back he said, “Hey, Lil’ Darlin. Got a minute?” Cram, I thought you left this morning. What happened?” With a slight twinkle in his eyes he answered, “I couldn’t leave without giving.