Dad ate the first one while Mike grilled in a shocking display of bad manners. Mike had marinated a couple extra, just in case. We didn’t bring them... to the table until they were all done, along with the salad, baked potatoes, and toasted hunks of garlic bread. It was very good, and even my Dad’s bad manners didn’t stop us from enjoying it. Sarah and I cleaned up while Mike and Dad went into the lounge. When we got there Mike had opened his liquor cabinet and Dad took a double bourbon. Mike. But that was fine, because Jackie had other loose ends to finalize. She resigned from the charity board, donating $250,000 and saying that was it. Never in her life had Jackie felt so empowered and thought that must be like military personnel felt, er most of them, when drafted to go to war. As soon as the farewells were over Jackie simply disappeared. Jackie could have hired people to do this but she wanted to do it herself. That bastard had made her feel insecure in LA and had to pay. CHAPTER. Fagen replied, "let's start at the beginning, when you're with a man, do you become sexually aroused!?!" Oh yes," she gushed, "when ever I'm in the company of a man I can certainly feel the desire building inside of me!!!" Exactly what do you feel," he asked softly?!? "You mean specifically," she asked a little nervously?!? "Specifcially," he replied, "what do you feel or sense!?!" Well," she began slowly, "of course my vagina immediately gets very wet and my breasts seem to puff up and tingle. After dinner and drinks we moved to the bar to see either of us could make this happen. I no longer sat down, the manager was over with us, arm around my back asking if he could get me anything. I ordered three shots an we all slammed them followed by many more. I was drunk and Skippy was pretty far gone as he asked the waitress if she was interested in having a few and he was turned down. I made Skippy pay for the shots and told the manager he could make it up to us later. I wrote our address.