You sit and pour yourself a large glass,we smile pleasantly at each other but neither of us want to start a conversation.I fill my glass and day dream...,only to be shaken by a phone it`s your`s it`s your mate saying her son is ill and she will not be coming your angry with her for standing you up but understand and put the phone down angrily,I look over and you look like your going to cry or scream or do something to vent your frustration,I smile and say "bad new`s" you smile and just say ye.You. * He watched her dancing, her body gyrating in the crowd of people, her arms above her head, her hips moving suggestively. Smiling as he did so, he knew it was how she made herself feel alive. Men danced around her, watching as she moved, mimicking her movements, like bees to a flower they danced around her, their hips in answer to her actions. Misha looked next to him smiling at Greg who asked him, ‘You ok with this Misha?’ Winking at his cousin he answered, ‘She comes home with me. It’s her. They were everything her t-shirt promised. I moved my hand up, feeling her nipple slide across my palm. Something was different. I moved my hand to the side and saw that her nipple had swollen. It was bigger now, stiffer.I felt a tug on my shorts. “Jeremy, help me”. I looked down to see she was trying to pull my shorts down. I let go of her breast and lifted my hips up off the bed so she could pull my shorts down. When they were down to my ankles I kicked them off while Rachel brushed our books. "Ohhhh, 'step up, ' is it?" she broke in with emphasis, making Jeff realize he had just stepped in it. "Are you saying that having fourteen wives is such drudgery? Maybe..."He could see the doghouse coming. "Wait, Baby. Now you know damn well that's not what I meant..." It sure sounded like that's what you said," she continued, pulling her hand back from his. "You just mentioned that those women were our responsibility, and I personally like Charlotte even in the short time I've known her. I'm.