She said something in Chinese and waited, watching me intently.This was getting too freaky. I walked around her, toward my door, and she followed me i...nto my apartment.I dropped the plastic GameGo bag containing the game on my coffee table and said, "My name is Gary. What's yours? Would you like something to eat or drink? Sit and talk? Watch a movie, maybe?"She grabbed my wrist and slapped the packets of rubbers into my hand, then stared up at me with a blank expression. So, okay, I can take a. Right? We drive down to the Mohegun Sun in Connecticut, get us a room, pickup a couple of those Indian cocktail waitresses, bring them up to the room, and ba da bing ba da bang, we fuck them up the ass.’ He smiled at me. ‘In no time, you fulfilled your anal sex New Year’s Eve resolution.’ ‘There’s only one problem with that, Vinnie.’ ‘And what’s that?’ ‘Those cocktail waitresses aren’t real Indians. They only wear Indian costumes.’ ‘Seriously?’ He looked at me trying to see if I was pulling his. ’ Callie looked up at Brandon, ‘You hear that? ‘He’ll do it’. As if we’re making him do this or something…’ Callie knelt down and started speaking to me now, ‘No no no sweety, Brandon is being very nice to even allow you to look at his cock. The only one who’s going to be allowed to put that in their mouth is someone who really really wants it…Oh and don’t worry, you actually have permission to mess around with another person!’ Her last words sent a chill down my spine as her expression changed. ”“We have a New Year’s Eve concert at school,” Cara said. “It’s pretty much like any other concert. Only parents and family show up. Maybe a few friends.”Cara attended a private Catholic school. I vaguely remembered that she was in the orchestra, but I wasn’t sure if she played the flute or clarinet.“I’ll tell my parents I’m going to go home with a friend and watch the ball drop or whatever. She’ll cover for me. I’ll tell her I’m meeting a guy.”“Then how do you get to me?” I asked.“Can you.