”“I wanted to slap the shit out of you but I was afraid you’d toss me off the balcony,” she said.“I would never hurt you,” I said. “I di...dn’t mean to knock you to the floor when you climbed on my back. I feel bad about that and I apologize. You, on the other hand, really rang my chimes with that elbow you threw.”“I meant to,” Liz told me.“I know,” I said, laughing as I rubbed my jaw. “There was intent behind it.”“I told you to stop being cute!” Liz replied.“You told me to try,” I retorted.. At first you were annoyed that you were to be alone for Saturday afternoon. But the promise of finally having the birthday present you had moaned I’d not given you on the day, made you forgive me to some degree.I arrived home soon after six bearing a Chinese takeaway. We sat on the sofa, side by side sharing the contents of the foil dishes and watching some chic flick. I also had brought you a bottle of whiskey, and as the evening passed by, the level dropped. You had never had a head for the. Fancy’s wandering hands descended down between the man’s spread-eagled legs and came upon a part of a male’s anatomy she was unfamiliar with. Her fingers found themselves cupping a soft, sack-like bag. Her manual manipulations led her to believe this bag contained a couple of round balls which felt like eggs. “Good god almighty and Mother Mary in heaven!” the man attached to the ballsack exclaimed. “Oh god Babydoll, you’re driving me crazy! Damn girl, my cock is so horny-hard it’s about to. It was Mom. Mom worked at the one English-language newspaper - a weekly - and something had gone wrong with the production, and she was going to have to stay late. She wouldn't be back before 9:30 or maybe even 10, when Dad would be getting home. She wanted to talk to Janet about dinner, so I put down the phone and went to Janet's room and knocked on the door. "Mom wants to talk to you," I shouted through the door. I could hear the soundtrack to "Grease" playing in her room. I hated that album..