We should party sometime. To Be Continued. Just check if there’s some glasses for a Smith or a Smythe or anyone starting with S, okay? They’re pai...d for already. ‘Sall good. You get back on campus early with $400 glasses stashed in your milkshake cup, and you stall, walk in circles, smoke two Chinese cigarettes in ten minutes, take the elevator up all ten floors. Incredible view, like the view you admired when you were fingering that realtor against the huge panels of penthouse glass. "Have you?" she asked. "No, none of the girls I dated were into that." "None of my lovers wanted to either," she responded. Megan slid off her chair and planted her firm satin covered butt in Terry's lap and then she wrapped her arms around him. "Terry, would you like to fuck me in the ass?" she crooned in his ear and she felt his cock twitch under her. "Very much," he responded as he planted a kiss on her neck. "Would you like me to dress up?" "Yes." "Tell me how you see me dressed?" she. It felt wrong, so wrong deep inside him, like every part of his body was objecting, was rising up to say No!?I’d kill you.? Not the smartest thing to say, obviously, especially when your objective is to stay alive and healthy to make it back to your homeland, but he wasn’t really thinking, and he knew he wasn’t. That word had changed everything, made him see red and he wanted to wipe the thought, the possibility, from the world.Surprisingly, she seemed unimpressed. She simply raised an. She called Joyce’s parents to find out if they had a party planned. They didn’t. Ann and I decided we would throw a surprise party for her on her birthday that was two Saturdays hence. Ann asked Joyce’s mother who Joyce’s best friend was. This was a girl everybody called Suz. Ann explained what we planned to Suz and she put together a guest list of about 20 people. Ann and Suz proceeded to call everybody and it was all set up. The plan was everyone would gather at 3i by 12:30 and Joyce would be.