”He sat down next to her and they did some small talk. He told her his name was Dave and he was 19 years old, a senior in high school. He was going ...to graduate and decided to skip this day in school.“May I ask you a question?” He said.Brandi replied, “Of course ask me anything you like unless its about my age.”Dave said,” I would really like to know what your name is. Are you married and what is a good looking lady doing here alone?”Brandi thought for a moment before she answered. Should I tell. Slackers can do that: no shame, no blame. The sheepskin rug warmed my feet as the memories of Thanksgiving five years ago trickled out of their box. ******* ‘You gonna tell me what all’s in that package you brought with you?’ I asked when my breathing had steadied. ‘You want, you can tell me what’s on your mind too, let Uncle Doug advise ya.’ She done pretty good, like always: reamed me out real energetic, left me panting, but she seemed kinda tense to me, nervous maybe. My cock was kinda. I had a serious crush on her and still consider the night wewent to bed together to be one of the high points of my life. Even mysubpar sexual performance didn't alter how I looked at that night. So Istuttered a second, trying to think of what to do. June must have sensedmy indecision, as she stared at me deeply before leaning in to kiss mycheek. Her boobs pressed against my arm and it seemed like her perfumewas swirling around me. Staying close to my face she whispered again."Please say yes.. She ground her teeth in frustration; so much lost potential.She didn’t cry, though. She had no more tears. Days of continual loss had dried up her well of tears.Instead, she drew a deep breath. “We need to move forward,” Gillen remarked, tamping down the hopelessness and agony running through her. “Ardt and Yren aren’t going to hold out long against the Reds.”Bremer turned, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were haunted and her shoulders were trembling. She closed her eyes and drew a deep.