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Excuses / Explanations, you can decide. Either way sorry for the wait. Frozen water pipes, dead starter to replace basically called for a engine pull, two new puppies, a friend of 44 yrs just dying...all got a little crazy. I did how ever get a very cool E-Mail that got lost, but, Thanks for the concern. The characters of Cathy and Bonnie are not based on celebs, they do have origins though. E me again I'll send pics. Lastly: no sex in this but new characters. Fore warned.
{Disclaimer: All characters in this piece are eighteen or over}
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Cathy fell asleep on the way to the mall. Keeping my eyes on the road wasn't easy. Feet still on my dash her legs had spread open, showing a very wet and sticky pair of lace panties. It was a welcome distraction, but still, with no conversation that left me alone to stir up worries about the meeting at the Brickmoore again. Things probably would have stayed that way too.
"FUCKING POP-OFF!" Even with the night setting in, that plum painted, seventy-one Stingray breaking over the hill was easily recognizable. Stepping on the gas another cocky grin plastered my face as we flew past each other. There was no way he didn't know my car, a quick glance in the rear-view mirror proved me right. The Ray's brake lights lit up, he burned a tight turn and started creeping up. We started a game of close and advance, I was determined to make him see my plates.
It took a second or two for Cathy to fully awake, but when she did (I still can't figure out how she can punch so hard) my shoulder took a good pounding. A good bruise making pounding. My ears weren't spared either. "What the hell is wrong with you? What's a freaking pop-off and why the fuck are you teasing with whoever's behind us? If you're going to race let me the hell out now!" Yup she was pissed. And right.
If we kept this up, it would escalate. I flashed my taillights three times; the Vette did the same with his Bright's. If you were in on it, you knew it was code for 'head to the mall' (the code came about because not all of us had cell phones). That ended our game of close and advance. Cathy was still pissed but cooling off...very slowly.
"Look I didn't mean to freak you out. He's been ribbing us about our cars or lack of for years. Nobody has a car like mine, add the plates you and boobie...er Bonnie," She giggled at the Freudian slip. "got me, I guess the chance at a little retribution.
got the better of me." I got that grin on my face again. "It's going to be even better when he gets a look at you."
Cathy balled up her fist. "Frazier, Ali, or Foreman?"
"What?"
"Which one do you want me to emulate on your shoulder. You have three seconds to tell me who, or what, a pop-off is then, POW! You want that?"
I had to answer her through a laugh. "No-no-no, I'm good, I'm good. A pop-off is a six foot four, brick wall of a left winger, my best friend, line mate and on ice guardian. His nick is pop-off because eight out of ten times when he hits someone, off pop's the helmet." Me, him and sob make..." Cathy held her fist up again. I laughed again. "Sob is our center, he finds new ways to sneak into the other zone every game, so you hear a lot of 'son of a bitch' from the other team."
"And you? Why razzer?"
"I'm itching powder. My job is throwing other players off their game, draw penalties, just get under their skin. Ninety percent of the time I do it verbally, so I'm razzing them, hence the nick razzer." A smile got on my face. "Our line isn't very well liked by the other teams or their fans. They like to call us 'the gnats'.
"Gnats?"
"Yeah, annoying little shits. All three of us love it."
The mall wasn't special, a pub style bar, movie theater, food court, and shops. tunceli escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/tunceli-escort/) But it was pretty much central to everyone on the team, so it became our hang out. We'd sort of claimed one area at the back of the parking lot as ours, so I pulled in, waiting for pop-off. The purple Vette wasn't the next car to head to our spot, a putty patched Gremlin was, and you felt and heard it before you saw it.
It was sob's car. It looked like a disaster on wheels, but he'd turned into a pink slip taking (not that he did) shocker. We all knew the body was probably the only thing stock, but something he'd done to that 401-XR engine made if fly like a jet. (good luck getting him to talk about it though.) Pop-off was right behind him and they took spots on either side of me. "Well lover? Going to go gloat or what?" Cathy had a finger dug into my side.
"Oh, I'm going to puff my chest alright, but as soon as you step out nobody will care about this car anymore. I'll care though." Another shot to the shoulder for that one. Soon as I got out of the car, I was caught in a crossfire of questions from sob and pop-off. 'When?' 'How?' 'Custom plates?' that went on for a while till my hood was popped for the obligatory engine dissection.
In a minute I was going to be glad for two things; the tint on my windows that made the interior hard to see, and my friends were too busy telling me what I should of done to the engine.
Cathy's face had caught my eyes through the gap between my hood and car body. She kept nodding to the passenger side of the dashboard with a 'we got a problem' look. I was trying to figure out what she was trying to tell me, then it hit me. "Ah Shit." Her shorts, they were still hung off the heating vent drying. Either Pop or sob could back up at any time and see her. I could just hear it, 'Your aunt always drive with you in lace panties?'
Once again, another small miracle.
"Are you guy's done yet?" All three of us turned around, it was Misty, pop-offs girl coming in right at the buzzer. Nobody was leaning on my car but me, so only I felt it shake as Cathy pulled her shorts on. Misty was down home pretty with the sweetest personality in the world, the only knock I'd give her was she was kind of diva, hair and clothes perfect, beauty orientated but not in a snotty way. "Coooool plates razz!" Pop-off gave me a sideways look, I just shrugged, then my car door opened.
Sob muttered something like 'great mother of mercy', pop-off was giving me the 'who the hells that look' and I heard Misty say 'oooooh'. My line mates' reactions didn't surprise me, Misty's did, but more important was the fact my car took a back seat to my aunt. She'd redone her make up in that smokey look (Don't ask me when) undid her pig tails and put lotion on her legs so they shone. Only Cathy could walk as flirtatious as she did towards us. "So? Going to introduce me....."
She let that sentence hang knowing full well I'd sweat it out wondering if 'lover' or 'baby' was going to end it, nothing did and she got a dirty look from me before the introductions started.
"This is pop-off, " He quickly started to explain what that meant (would you want to be introduced as pop-off to a beautiful woman?) "Don't panic man, I explained it."
Pop-off believes flat out in respect. Show it, you'll receive it, you don't, you're still going to receive it. Of course, that's only off ice. "It's very nice to meet you miss."
Sob is another story. He's by no means an asshole, just a little bit rough around the edges with a tendency to pick the worst words when forming a sentence.
"This is sob."
"Damn girl you need to be hanging in my garage."
Cathy's answer was priceless, "You mean like from a rope?"
Tomato red, the man turned tomato red. "NO, NO like a poster, you know? A picture, *sigh* never mind." tunceli escort bayan (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/tunceli-escort/) Misty was next, she left all three of us with hanging jaws.
"This is pop-offs girl Misty."
"You are GORGEOUS! My god I wish had tits like that. And your legs? How long can they be...you have to teach me that make-up too, I mean if thats cool."
Cathy looked at Misty with a big smile, "You into cars too?"
If I didn't know better good money would of went on a bet Cathy was writing Misty's answers, "Hell yeah. They bring me to the mall, then to the bank, then back to the mall."
Cathy laughed "Finally a girl with priorities." and hugged Misty, "What say we go into shop while the gentlemen have fun with their hot-wheels?"
"There's no real choice is there? It's Friday night, were at the mall, and you just know sales are on," Misty paused, "What your name."
"It's Cathy," then gestured to me with her thumb. "Too many pucks to the head, can't remember introductions go both ways" Misty giggled when my aunt stuck her tongue out at me, and off they went. Pop-off got yelled at, "I'll call you when were finished poppy." I got a tap on the shoulder.
"Who the hell was that?"
"Man, I don't even know anymore, supposedly she's my aunt" My hood was still up so I closed it. "You know they're going to be at it for a while, pub time?" All agreed, off we went.
Sob looked over at me while we walked. "Punch me if you want man, but bro, she is a serious argument for incest." Pop-off smacked him back side of the head. "What the hell man she's not your aunt!" They started arguing the meaning of respect, I just thought,
"Dude you hit the nail full on the head."
Walking the mall to the pub was weird, people who knew us from the team would usually wave or give a 'way to go' if we'd won, but his time it was all about Sunday's meeting. 'No worries' - 'good luck' - 'stick on the ice' - that sort of thing. It got to sob first, "The hell man did coach call the whole county?" Pop-off wasn't far behind.
"Don't know but I'm about to start checking people into shop windows soon."
The whole thing for me was surreal at best. I'm with my teammates, but instead of me getting under players skins; it was opposite. (just to be clear, none of us were mad at our fans. It just felt like they had a inside scoop) I was so out of my element the best I came up with was, "Drinks gentlemen, please." The next words from my mouth were "Oh boy." On the pub door was a sign,
"DRINK SPECIAL- SCHOONERS."
You ever seen Oktoberfest mugs? Schooners are the same idea, just taller. After an hour of bitching the Sunday blues, the Friday buzz swept in and the bad jokes started. What was bad to others however had us howling and we got loud, but this was a pub right? When the waitress set down a round of free ones from, 'the pubbies' as she put it, pop-off stood up, schooner in hand and bellowed, "TO THE BRICKMOORE!" Could of been his finest hour except his phone, set on speaker, rang.
"My baby poppy where are youuuu. Cathy is awesome! She smells like cotten candy, and OMG....wait till you see me! Kiss, Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!"
His finest hour turned into snickers and smooching sounds from the pub, and yes me and sob too. Pop-off downed half his schooner in one gulp.
"Kind of were at the pub."
"Oh...uh... kind of? Your either there or you're not, right?"
"Drink special tonight, schooners, so yeah, kind of were at the pub."
"Oh boy. We're almost there." Misty's voice faded but not before we heard, "They're drunk." then Cathy's distinct laugh. The phone went dead.
Ok, so you have to feel for your friend, right? I mean a pub full of people plus your bud's all laughing about your girl's message. Wasn't much else to say. "Sorry for laughing man, timing I guess. She loves escort tunceli (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/tunceli-escort/) you that's all." Pop-off was giving me a thumbs-up when sob kicked his chair.
"The last damn thing I will ever feel for you is sorry." He had his finger pointed at the pub door. Cathy had worked her magic on Misty, hometown pretty was replaced with up-town glamour and pop-offs eyes almost did just that when he looked. In the parking lot Misty had been wearing a Gucci pink sweatshirt and pants, plus a pair of Nikes, the usual. Her hair was still in a bob cut style, but it wasn't blonde anymore.
Now it was jet black with bangs and sides that framed her face. Misty's make-up was dark like her hair, but her pouty lips wore shiny red lipstick. The sweats were gone in favor of skintight black jeans and a emerald scooped blouse that showed off her cleavage. No Nikes anymore either, instead, incredible sexy high heels.
I leaned over to sob, "You know she had tits like that?" His reply?
"Nooooooo."
Cathy had swapped shorts for a pleated, country style, cotton white skirt, it played off her top and white heels giving her the sexy farmers daughter look. Misty was standing at edge of the table looking at pop-off. None of us guys had moved since they'd walked up. "Well poppy? Bad, good, dump me?" Pop-off got the best Elvis sneer I'd ever seen him have on his face.
"I fucking love it and you love it, I can tell. Your parents are going to hate it. I'm going to be living with an angel-devil fashion diva now though, aren't I?" Misty giggled, "But I do love it." He pushed back his chair, picked Misty up and gave her a lover's kiss. We'd been sitting at a table with four chairs, so we were short one now. Sob got up, "Another chair for the makeover artist. Be right back."
Cathy called over to him, "Make it two please sob." A thumbs up from him.
I looked at Cathy, "Company coming?"
"Much needed company booze boy." Me, confused as usual, helped her into one of the chairs sob had brought. "Just think this, 'Any of your friends like older women with huge tits?' that's the company." Bonnie? What the hell did Bonnie have to do with this?
We bought another round for everyone, wine for the girls though (tried convincing the girls schooner sized wine glasses were only fair, no deal) Misty gave a wagging finger, "And who's going to driver you drunk ass's home?" Sob was the only one of us that started to grumble, "The hell man, son of a bitch." He had no driver home; we all knew him leaving his car overnight in the parking lot was not a option.
Cathy tapped sob's hand, "Don't worry hang man, I got you a driver. In fact, there she is now." She pointed to the door; sob was instantly transfixed. He looked how I must have looked seeing my aunt walk in the kitchen door that night. Cathy gave sobs back a shove, "Hey try not to bend her over the table before she says hi, ok?" Personally, I wouldn't have blamed him.
Bonnie had changed from her skirt and blouse to a spaghetti strapped, mid-thigh dress. Its tightness gave new meaning to 'enormous' and 'eye-gouging' when it came to her tits and nipples. That luxurious red hair was in long ringlets and the staunch walk in her heels at the DVM had turned to a sensuous glide. "Cathy leaned over to my ear, "She hasn't taken her eyes off sob since she walked in."
Sob rose out of his seat the closer Bonnie got. Me and popoff were having a prayer meeting hoping he wasn't going to say something, well...sob like. He had her chair pulled out by the time she reached him. She looked at the chair, then him for a bit. "Well congrat's sexy, been a long time since I was offered a chair before my tits." If he was going to blow it, this is where he'd blow it. Instead, he blew us all away.
Sliding Bonnies chair underneath her, he scooped her hair in his arm so it wouldn't snag on the back of the chair as she sat down, saying this. "You were born outside on an amazingly beautiful day. When you opened your eyes for the first time, that sky filled summer blue into them. That's where I got lost miss, in your eyes, no lie."
Bonnie dead on kissed sob into her soul.
{Disclaimer: All characters in this piece are eighteen or over}
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Cathy fell asleep on the way to the mall. Keeping my eyes on the road wasn't easy. Feet still on my dash her legs had spread open, showing a very wet and sticky pair of lace panties. It was a welcome distraction, but still, with no conversation that left me alone to stir up worries about the meeting at the Brickmoore again. Things probably would have stayed that way too.
"FUCKING POP-OFF!" Even with the night setting in, that plum painted, seventy-one Stingray breaking over the hill was easily recognizable. Stepping on the gas another cocky grin plastered my face as we flew past each other. There was no way he didn't know my car, a quick glance in the rear-view mirror proved me right. The Ray's brake lights lit up, he burned a tight turn and started creeping up. We started a game of close and advance, I was determined to make him see my plates.
It took a second or two for Cathy to fully awake, but when she did (I still can't figure out how she can punch so hard) my shoulder took a good pounding. A good bruise making pounding. My ears weren't spared either. "What the hell is wrong with you? What's a freaking pop-off and why the fuck are you teasing with whoever's behind us? If you're going to race let me the hell out now!" Yup she was pissed. And right.
If we kept this up, it would escalate. I flashed my taillights three times; the Vette did the same with his Bright's. If you were in on it, you knew it was code for 'head to the mall' (the code came about because not all of us had cell phones). That ended our game of close and advance. Cathy was still pissed but cooling off...very slowly.
"Look I didn't mean to freak you out. He's been ribbing us about our cars or lack of for years. Nobody has a car like mine, add the plates you and boobie...er Bonnie," She giggled at the Freudian slip. "got me, I guess the chance at a little retribution.
got the better of me." I got that grin on my face again. "It's going to be even better when he gets a look at you."
Cathy balled up her fist. "Frazier, Ali, or Foreman?"
"What?"
"Which one do you want me to emulate on your shoulder. You have three seconds to tell me who, or what, a pop-off is then, POW! You want that?"
I had to answer her through a laugh. "No-no-no, I'm good, I'm good. A pop-off is a six foot four, brick wall of a left winger, my best friend, line mate and on ice guardian. His nick is pop-off because eight out of ten times when he hits someone, off pop's the helmet." Me, him and sob make..." Cathy held her fist up again. I laughed again. "Sob is our center, he finds new ways to sneak into the other zone every game, so you hear a lot of 'son of a bitch' from the other team."
"And you? Why razzer?"
"I'm itching powder. My job is throwing other players off their game, draw penalties, just get under their skin. Ninety percent of the time I do it verbally, so I'm razzing them, hence the nick razzer." A smile got on my face. "Our line isn't very well liked by the other teams or their fans. They like to call us 'the gnats'.
"Gnats?"
"Yeah, annoying little shits. All three of us love it."
The mall wasn't special, a pub style bar, movie theater, food court, and shops. tunceli escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/tunceli-escort/) But it was pretty much central to everyone on the team, so it became our hang out. We'd sort of claimed one area at the back of the parking lot as ours, so I pulled in, waiting for pop-off. The purple Vette wasn't the next car to head to our spot, a putty patched Gremlin was, and you felt and heard it before you saw it.
It was sob's car. It looked like a disaster on wheels, but he'd turned into a pink slip taking (not that he did) shocker. We all knew the body was probably the only thing stock, but something he'd done to that 401-XR engine made if fly like a jet. (good luck getting him to talk about it though.) Pop-off was right behind him and they took spots on either side of me. "Well lover? Going to go gloat or what?" Cathy had a finger dug into my side.
"Oh, I'm going to puff my chest alright, but as soon as you step out nobody will care about this car anymore. I'll care though." Another shot to the shoulder for that one. Soon as I got out of the car, I was caught in a crossfire of questions from sob and pop-off. 'When?' 'How?' 'Custom plates?' that went on for a while till my hood was popped for the obligatory engine dissection.
In a minute I was going to be glad for two things; the tint on my windows that made the interior hard to see, and my friends were too busy telling me what I should of done to the engine.
Cathy's face had caught my eyes through the gap between my hood and car body. She kept nodding to the passenger side of the dashboard with a 'we got a problem' look. I was trying to figure out what she was trying to tell me, then it hit me. "Ah Shit." Her shorts, they were still hung off the heating vent drying. Either Pop or sob could back up at any time and see her. I could just hear it, 'Your aunt always drive with you in lace panties?'
Once again, another small miracle.
"Are you guy's done yet?" All three of us turned around, it was Misty, pop-offs girl coming in right at the buzzer. Nobody was leaning on my car but me, so only I felt it shake as Cathy pulled her shorts on. Misty was down home pretty with the sweetest personality in the world, the only knock I'd give her was she was kind of diva, hair and clothes perfect, beauty orientated but not in a snotty way. "Coooool plates razz!" Pop-off gave me a sideways look, I just shrugged, then my car door opened.
Sob muttered something like 'great mother of mercy', pop-off was giving me the 'who the hells that look' and I heard Misty say 'oooooh'. My line mates' reactions didn't surprise me, Misty's did, but more important was the fact my car took a back seat to my aunt. She'd redone her make up in that smokey look (Don't ask me when) undid her pig tails and put lotion on her legs so they shone. Only Cathy could walk as flirtatious as she did towards us. "So? Going to introduce me....."
She let that sentence hang knowing full well I'd sweat it out wondering if 'lover' or 'baby' was going to end it, nothing did and she got a dirty look from me before the introductions started.
"This is pop-off, " He quickly started to explain what that meant (would you want to be introduced as pop-off to a beautiful woman?) "Don't panic man, I explained it."
Pop-off believes flat out in respect. Show it, you'll receive it, you don't, you're still going to receive it. Of course, that's only off ice. "It's very nice to meet you miss."
Sob is another story. He's by no means an asshole, just a little bit rough around the edges with a tendency to pick the worst words when forming a sentence.
"This is sob."
"Damn girl you need to be hanging in my garage."
Cathy's answer was priceless, "You mean like from a rope?"
Tomato red, the man turned tomato red. "NO, NO like a poster, you know? A picture, *sigh* never mind." tunceli escort bayan (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/tunceli-escort/) Misty was next, she left all three of us with hanging jaws.
"This is pop-offs girl Misty."
"You are GORGEOUS! My god I wish had tits like that. And your legs? How long can they be...you have to teach me that make-up too, I mean if thats cool."
Cathy looked at Misty with a big smile, "You into cars too?"
If I didn't know better good money would of went on a bet Cathy was writing Misty's answers, "Hell yeah. They bring me to the mall, then to the bank, then back to the mall."
Cathy laughed "Finally a girl with priorities." and hugged Misty, "What say we go into shop while the gentlemen have fun with their hot-wheels?"
"There's no real choice is there? It's Friday night, were at the mall, and you just know sales are on," Misty paused, "What your name."
"It's Cathy," then gestured to me with her thumb. "Too many pucks to the head, can't remember introductions go both ways" Misty giggled when my aunt stuck her tongue out at me, and off they went. Pop-off got yelled at, "I'll call you when were finished poppy." I got a tap on the shoulder.
"Who the hell was that?"
"Man, I don't even know anymore, supposedly she's my aunt" My hood was still up so I closed it. "You know they're going to be at it for a while, pub time?" All agreed, off we went.
Sob looked over at me while we walked. "Punch me if you want man, but bro, she is a serious argument for incest." Pop-off smacked him back side of the head. "What the hell man she's not your aunt!" They started arguing the meaning of respect, I just thought,
"Dude you hit the nail full on the head."
Walking the mall to the pub was weird, people who knew us from the team would usually wave or give a 'way to go' if we'd won, but his time it was all about Sunday's meeting. 'No worries' - 'good luck' - 'stick on the ice' - that sort of thing. It got to sob first, "The hell man did coach call the whole county?" Pop-off wasn't far behind.
"Don't know but I'm about to start checking people into shop windows soon."
The whole thing for me was surreal at best. I'm with my teammates, but instead of me getting under players skins; it was opposite. (just to be clear, none of us were mad at our fans. It just felt like they had a inside scoop) I was so out of my element the best I came up with was, "Drinks gentlemen, please." The next words from my mouth were "Oh boy." On the pub door was a sign,
"DRINK SPECIAL- SCHOONERS."
You ever seen Oktoberfest mugs? Schooners are the same idea, just taller. After an hour of bitching the Sunday blues, the Friday buzz swept in and the bad jokes started. What was bad to others however had us howling and we got loud, but this was a pub right? When the waitress set down a round of free ones from, 'the pubbies' as she put it, pop-off stood up, schooner in hand and bellowed, "TO THE BRICKMOORE!" Could of been his finest hour except his phone, set on speaker, rang.
"My baby poppy where are youuuu. Cathy is awesome! She smells like cotten candy, and OMG....wait till you see me! Kiss, Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!"
His finest hour turned into snickers and smooching sounds from the pub, and yes me and sob too. Pop-off downed half his schooner in one gulp.
"Kind of were at the pub."
"Oh...uh... kind of? Your either there or you're not, right?"
"Drink special tonight, schooners, so yeah, kind of were at the pub."
"Oh boy. We're almost there." Misty's voice faded but not before we heard, "They're drunk." then Cathy's distinct laugh. The phone went dead.
Ok, so you have to feel for your friend, right? I mean a pub full of people plus your bud's all laughing about your girl's message. Wasn't much else to say. "Sorry for laughing man, timing I guess. She loves escort tunceli (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/tunceli-escort/) you that's all." Pop-off was giving me a thumbs-up when sob kicked his chair.
"The last damn thing I will ever feel for you is sorry." He had his finger pointed at the pub door. Cathy had worked her magic on Misty, hometown pretty was replaced with up-town glamour and pop-offs eyes almost did just that when he looked. In the parking lot Misty had been wearing a Gucci pink sweatshirt and pants, plus a pair of Nikes, the usual. Her hair was still in a bob cut style, but it wasn't blonde anymore.
Now it was jet black with bangs and sides that framed her face. Misty's make-up was dark like her hair, but her pouty lips wore shiny red lipstick. The sweats were gone in favor of skintight black jeans and a emerald scooped blouse that showed off her cleavage. No Nikes anymore either, instead, incredible sexy high heels.
I leaned over to sob, "You know she had tits like that?" His reply?
"Nooooooo."
Cathy had swapped shorts for a pleated, country style, cotton white skirt, it played off her top and white heels giving her the sexy farmers daughter look. Misty was standing at edge of the table looking at pop-off. None of us guys had moved since they'd walked up. "Well poppy? Bad, good, dump me?" Pop-off got the best Elvis sneer I'd ever seen him have on his face.
"I fucking love it and you love it, I can tell. Your parents are going to hate it. I'm going to be living with an angel-devil fashion diva now though, aren't I?" Misty giggled, "But I do love it." He pushed back his chair, picked Misty up and gave her a lover's kiss. We'd been sitting at a table with four chairs, so we were short one now. Sob got up, "Another chair for the makeover artist. Be right back."
Cathy called over to him, "Make it two please sob." A thumbs up from him.
I looked at Cathy, "Company coming?"
"Much needed company booze boy." Me, confused as usual, helped her into one of the chairs sob had brought. "Just think this, 'Any of your friends like older women with huge tits?' that's the company." Bonnie? What the hell did Bonnie have to do with this?
We bought another round for everyone, wine for the girls though (tried convincing the girls schooner sized wine glasses were only fair, no deal) Misty gave a wagging finger, "And who's going to driver you drunk ass's home?" Sob was the only one of us that started to grumble, "The hell man, son of a bitch." He had no driver home; we all knew him leaving his car overnight in the parking lot was not a option.
Cathy tapped sob's hand, "Don't worry hang man, I got you a driver. In fact, there she is now." She pointed to the door; sob was instantly transfixed. He looked how I must have looked seeing my aunt walk in the kitchen door that night. Cathy gave sobs back a shove, "Hey try not to bend her over the table before she says hi, ok?" Personally, I wouldn't have blamed him.
Bonnie had changed from her skirt and blouse to a spaghetti strapped, mid-thigh dress. Its tightness gave new meaning to 'enormous' and 'eye-gouging' when it came to her tits and nipples. That luxurious red hair was in long ringlets and the staunch walk in her heels at the DVM had turned to a sensuous glide. "Cathy leaned over to my ear, "She hasn't taken her eyes off sob since she walked in."
Sob rose out of his seat the closer Bonnie got. Me and popoff were having a prayer meeting hoping he wasn't going to say something, well...sob like. He had her chair pulled out by the time she reached him. She looked at the chair, then him for a bit. "Well congrat's sexy, been a long time since I was offered a chair before my tits." If he was going to blow it, this is where he'd blow it. Instead, he blew us all away.
Sliding Bonnies chair underneath her, he scooped her hair in his arm so it wouldn't snag on the back of the chair as she sat down, saying this. "You were born outside on an amazingly beautiful day. When you opened your eyes for the first time, that sky filled summer blue into them. That's where I got lost miss, in your eyes, no lie."
Bonnie dead on kissed sob into her soul.