At his feet his empty whiskey bottle lay on its side. Ben grimaced as he shook booze off his sneaker sole. When he looked up across the pool, he burst out laughing. There was that same damn girl. She was leaning against a pillar of the house in what she must have thought was an attractive position, still with a cup in her asian hand, looking right at him. She was cute, Ben thought, but in the way a kitten or a teddy bear was cute. Her attempt at trying to look sexy was ridiculous. Ben paused for a moment, then stood up and slowly walked over to her. He giggled at her again. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but he couldn’t just leave poor girl ogling him all night. He could see her eyes widen as he approached her. She constantly readjusted her position until he stood right in front of her. She was at least a head shorter than Ben. There was a patheticness to how she looked up at him with hope in her eyes. “Ya know, sweetie.” Ben slurred. “I seen you watching me the whole time, and I’m telling ya-” He stumbled backward, lost his footing, and landed flat on his ass. She jumped in surprise. Ben looked up at her and continued his speech from the ground. “And I’m telling ya, you see those girls in there?” He nodded at the house. No response from her. “Those are the kinds of girls I like.” His words were slurring terribly. “Real women.” The two were still for a moment. Then Ben said, “I’d fuck them, coz’, blowjob they’re hot… and you’re not.” He broke into laughter at his own joke, rolling onto his side and resting his head on the pavement. She bent down to help him up, but he pushed her roughly away. She watched him for a moment, then sat down next to him, legs crossed. Long minutes of silence passed, Ben weaved exotic in and out of sleep. Visions of his mother came to him, frequently replaced by thoughts of Alyssa. The other guy’s arm around her waist taunted Ben. When Ben came to, he realized that a hand was resting on his shoulder and immediately shrugged it off. When he opened his eyes again he realized that the outside lights had been dimmed. The girl was still sitting in japan front of him. The night air had brought a chilly wind down on them. japanese It must be getting late. Then he blowjob was pulling out, groaning as what seemed like a gallon of cum shot from the asian tip of his penis. Then my dad, his japan whiskers massaging my sensitive labia, latched onto my clit. "Oh?" I ask. He wasn’t Harry or Alice. “C’mon baby, just one dance.” "Erica, where's your daughter?" We both stood and stared at each other as the video continued to play with moaning coming exotic Porn video. “We all miss Sarah, sweety,” Aunt Shauna says. The comedic channels rolled on as did the beers, I was full japanese from left over BBQ and feeling a little lethargic from the alcohol but Nat’s voice woke me up. I was surprised when she shook her head, “No, today is for you. Mr Slater entered the morgue and saw the adorable girl he had once met lying on her back on the table, still fully clothed in the outfit she had dressed herself in that morning.