On the other side of the door my ex-brother-in-law gave a little laugh. "It's me babe. I need to talk to you. Come on, open up." Anything you have to ...say you can say through the door. You don't have to come in." "Come on. Let's talk," he whined.I could hear in his voice that he was getting aggravated. I moved so that when Julie let him in he wouldn't see me; at least not right away.There was a long pause. Julie didn't say anything and neither did her ex. Finally he spoke, but with a much lower. It took her a while before she could form words again. I grabbed a dishtowel and used it to wipe her spray off me. I couldn't believe the explosiveness of her orgasm, a phenomenon that must have felt like nirvana and looked like a seizure. In fact, I had to check on her to make sure she was okay. She just gave me a glassy-eyed smile."Jesus," I said. "You never told me you were a squirter." Only sometimes," she said, between deep pants. "Sorry if I hit you." Are you kidding? It was hot."Molly's. “...just not this much. And not straight vodka.”“Well, we forgot to pick up orange juice.” Lauren laughed, then looked around her. “Isn’t this part of the city sweet?”“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking sweet.” Ken found himself saying. He kept moving his jaw around, or making weird movements with his face, just to test his muscles and see if he was getting drunker or something. “Come on.” Ken’s fascination with his face muscles was cut short as Lauren took him by the hand and dragged him onto the. " It's not your fault, but thanks." She was quiet for a minute. "You know, I was so glad when you showed up. It was nice to know someone was on my side." Happy to help." I'm sorry to drag you into my family drama crap. You don't need that with the playoffs coming up." Don't worry about it. Speaking of family drama, I'm going to take an extra day on our road trip and visit with Rick. I want to see how he's doing. My parents say he seems okay but I can tell they're worried. And I want to see him;.