“I bet that somebody’s forgotten something,” Clarissa said, pushing herself up off the sofa. “Probably Grace. She can be stupid like that some...times.”I got up to follow, expecting to be able to pull someone’s leg about their memory lapse, but when Clarissa opened the door, it wasn’t quite who she was expecting.“Mr Brown? Mr Williams? What are you—?”“Oh, good, you’re here,” Clarissa’s mom said from behind us. She’d come out of the kitchen and was wiping her hands with a towel. “Shall we go into. Sure enough, Molly watched as Matt slowly made his way over towardsthe table. She estimated he was six-one, and appeared to be veryfit. He looked to be in his late twenties and she had to admit that hea very attractive man. "Hi, Matt," said Miranda. He smiled at her. "You're looking good...as always." "Thank you, my dear. Matt, this is my friend Molly, she's the one Itold you about." Matt smiled at Molly as he also ran his eyes over her. "You're even more attractive that Miranda. ..........it should be. I was going to say, you should offer to eat a strawberry out of her cooch, but then I remembered, not EVERYONE there, has a Butt-Blaster. Surely, there has to be a garden-hose, around town, SOMEWHERE, you could clean her up, with. Eating fruit, out of your coworker's cooch, seems like a necessary chapter, in the book, "Confessions of a Scumbag", that you must write, before you die. You should also make her lick whipped-cream off your cock, and eat a g**** out of your. She had been 16. After that, he worked his way through all of her friends. And her boyfriend's friends. And a set or two of their parents.He tried to keep away from friends of his parents - his mother's best friend had been a treat, but had tainted the relationship for years. He didn't want to risk that again. And for the most part, he stayed away from family - apart from Willow, of course. But Aunt Gwen was so closed off, so aloof, so shelled. Every time he saw her, he just wanted to pull her.