"Maybe a little of the hair of the dog which bit me would help take the edge off a crappy day. It was years since my last hangover. I took a tentative... sip of the homemade brew, my stomach approved. With a sigh I relaxed as the warmth of the spirits seeped into my tired bones. There is a heaven.Sheila held the glass in both hands as she took a sip and studied me. "You look like shit, too much party?" Yeah, something like that. Too much weed and booze." I took another sip of the beverage I tried. " This isn't like you. You can't blame Joyce for all the things that happened. Joyce tried her best to get me to come to Ridgeline and wait for you to recover. When that affair happened in Los Angeles, with Emily, Joyce almost fell apart, because she felt like she had failed you." She did fail me. If you think Joyce couldn't have prevented most of what happened, then you don't know Joyce very well." From what you've been telling me, I guess I don't know you as well as I thought I did." Don't. “I’m glad you can make it, I’m looking forward to it. It should be fun. So, until tomorrow…” she said, and then she put her arms around me and hugged me. It felt good but I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands. Then she turned and walked toward the checkout. I watched her fine ass all the way down the cereal aisle.--When I arrived Friday night Rebecca greeted me with a kiss on my cheek. There was mellow jazz playing on the stereo, scented candles burning, and a lovely woman standing before me.. All his troubles were her fault and he was going to get even. He knew where she lived and that she lived with her widowed mother and older brother, Glenn The brother was a jerk.The young lady , Mary was an attractive young lady with a nice figure, She was about five foot eight, nice long legs, perfect ass, her waist was not a model's waist but not fat. But her tits were outstanding forty double E. She was well liked in the office where she worked. Her mother Gail was almost exactly like her.