He laid on the bed and fell asleep. In his sleep he did not hear how Mr. Cox left the house, he did not hear how Lucy came to bed and snuggled quietly... next to him. He did not see how Mr. Cox got into his black stretched limousine, he did not hear how the clock started to strike midnight, nor did he see how at the last strike of the clock the limousine took off the ground. Nobody noticed that, but if someone were to look up the starry sky, they would see neither a limousine, nor Mr. Cox, but a. ” “What do you mean?” I asked. She looked up at me through the screen door, twirling her pigtails around her finger. She didn’t speak but just looked up at me then gave me a shy little smile. “I don’t think I should tell you why it isn’t easy for me to be a good girl.” “Come on, tell me.” “I don’t know if I should,” she said, pressing her crotch against the screen door, her nipples and cleavage showing. “Come on, I want to know.” “I get horny,” she said, looking down at her bare feet, then gave. She had often considered talking her way into his bed but he always begged off office social events and there hadn't seemed to be a good opportunity in the office. Besides, he was always working, rarely dating and never seemed to look twice at short, pudgy accountants.Helen tapped on the doorframe, "You got stuck in here too, eh?"He turned around and smiled, "Hey! Yeah, someone had to finish the department's schedule. Guess who got to be 'someone'?" He put down his pen and ran his fingers. "I've been telling you guys we should do Mardi Gras for years," said Bart. "It's a blast. People drinking, flashing, dancing, having a wild time -what's not to like? And besides, it's right between Chicago and Miami, perfect place to meet." Leave it to you to pick the world's largest fraternity party for a vacation spot," said Cindy.Bart and I had been college roommates at Cornell. Back then we were inseparable - hard-drinking, skirt-chasing wild men who were the life of every party. We still.