Chapter 6Angie pushed the bedroom door shut and stood next to it listening. What would she do if Steve knocked on her door? Let him in? It had taken all of her willpower to stop his advances and go to her room. She didnât think she would be able to say no again. She shook her head. No, this was the right thing. It was too soon. Even though sheâd been longing to do it for years, she had to keep her head and take it easy. Steve was interested. All she had to do was take it slow. But she only had two weeks. She couldnât afford to wait too long.She pressed her ear to the door and held her breath as the TV went silent. A long moment later she heard him walk to his room and close the door. She breathed a sigh of relief at not having to turn him away again, if she even could. Not that she was a virgin. Sheâd had sex with her ex back home. They had been going out for a few months and they had slowly progressed from necking to heavy petting, then hand jobs, blow jobs, and finally sex. They had only fucked three times before breaking up and he had always finished before her, long before she was even close to cumming. And even though she had gone down on him several times, once even swallowing, he had refused to pleasure her orally. But her feelings for Steve were much stronger. She had had a crush on him for as long as she could remember. When she saw him today, she knew right away that time hadnât changed her feelings for him. She thought she may even be in love with him, and she knew in her heart sex would be better with him.She went over to the bed and slipped her pajama bottoms off. She always slept in just her panties and a nightshirt or pajama tops. She crawled into bed and lay there thinking about their kiss. It was just like she had imagined it would be - hot and passionate. Her hand went to her panties and she slipped it inside, gently massaging her erect clit. After a few minutes, she pulled them off and unbuttoned her top. She stroked her wet pussy with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other. Before long, her breathing became shallow and she began to feel the initial tingle of an impending orgasm. She pushed two fingers deep into her pussy, imagining it was Steveâs hard cock as she pumped them in and out. A moment later, her vaginal muscles contracted on her fingers and she turned her head, burying her face in her pillow to muffle her cries until she stopped cumming and her body relaxed. She lay spread eagle on the bed, her pussy exposed and her bare chest heaving as she caught her breath.After she regained her composure, she slipped out of her top and slept nude, as she often did after masturbating. She loved the feel of the cool sheets on her bare skin, which still tingled. She was asleep in minutes, the covers pulled to her waist.Chapter 7The next morning, Angie awoke to the creak of footsteps in the kitchen above her room. She got up and pulled her pajama top on to go to the bathroom. It fell to her hips, barely concealing her ass and pussy, but she didnât care. If everything went according to plan, Steve would soon see all, anyway. She opened her door and peeked out. Steveâs door was still closed and she couldnât hear any movement from behind it. She crept over to the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the shower.When she emerged fifteen minutes later wrapped in a towel, Steve was on the couch watching TV wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He turned to her and she saw his eyes make the trip up and down her body before locking back on her eyes. She smiled. It usually irritated her to no end when a guy stared at her chest or crotch, but with Steve, it felt kinda good.âGood morning.ââMorning,â Steve replied. âDid you sleep ok?âShe nodded. âLike a baby. You?âHe turned the TV off and stood up, then moved over to her. âOk, I guess,â he replied. He leaned down awkwardly and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She smiled.âItâs all yours,â she said, gesturing toward the bathroom. He watched her walk into her room and turn to face him. She placed one hand on the door and the other one on her towel. Just before she pushed the door closed, she released the towel and it dropped to the floor. For a split second she stood naked before him, then the door closed and she was gone. He stood gaping at the closed door, not believing what sheâd just done! He shook his head to clear it, then went into the bathroom. He took a long, cold shower, the fleeting image of her perfect naked body fresh in his mind.When he came out of the bathroom, her door was open but she was nowhere to be seen. He dressed quickly and went upstairs. He could smell the bacon and hear the clatter of silverware before he was halfway up the stairs.Angie was sitting at the table chewing on a piece of bacon while chatting with his father. He heard her giggle as he made his way across the kitchen. Cathy and Karen were both busy pouring coffee and cooking. Angieâs father wasnât there.Everyone greeted him cheerily and he sat down at the table. His mother set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him and he dug in hungrily.His mother eyed him over her shoulder as she went back to the stove. âSo what did you two do last night?â Steveâs face turned red and he looked down at his plate as he shoveled a forkfull of food into his mouth. Angie answered for him.âWe went for a walk, but the mosquitos got too bad so we came back here and watched TV.âKaren nodded, throwing a glance over at his father, who pretended not to see it. They had spoken last night about the possible dangers of leaving two hormonally charged teenagers alone together. His father didnât seem to think it was a problem. âMen!â she had thought, rolling her eyes. âAny plans for today?â she asked Steve.Steve swallowed his food. âI have to work at noon,â he replied, looking up at Angie. She frowned, but quickly recovered and her face took on a disinterested demeanor. âI get off at five,â he added, more for Angieâs benefit than his motherâs.âWhat about you, Angie?â his mother asked as she tossed the dirty frying pan into the sink. âWeâre going shopping . . . ,â she said, gesturing toward Cathy, â . . .while the guys are golfing. Youâre more than welcome to join us.âAngie swallowed the last of her breakfast and stood up, carrying her plate over to the sink. âThanks, Mrs OâConnell, but I think Iâll just hang around here. Maybe catch some sun.ââMake sure you put on lots of sunscreen, honey,â Cathy said, giving her a warning glance.âOf course, Mom!â she replied, rolling her eyes. âIâm not an idiot!âJust then, Angieâs father appeared. âGood morning, everyone,â he said and kissed Angie on the cheek.âMorning, Daddy,â she replied with a smile, then turned and went back downstairs. Steve longed to follow her.âWhat time do we tee off, Alan?â Mark asked Steveâs father. Alan checked his watch.âForty-five minutes. We should be going.ââWhat time do you think youâll be home?â Karen asked.Alan shrugged. âHard to say. Weâll have lunch at the club and probably play a few more holes this afternoon.âKaren looked over at Cathy. âLooks like we can plan on a full day at the mall!â After some teasing about high credit card bills, the men said their goodbyes and left for the golf course.Cathy stood up. âWell, I better go get ready. Just give me five minutes.â She disappeared down the hall toward the guest room. Karen looked over at Steve, who was just finishing off his plate.âSheâs pretty,â she said. Steve looked up at her and swallowed his food.âHuh? Who?âKaren smiled knowingly and motioned toward the basement stairs. âWho do you think?â Steve felt his face getting hot and stood up to carry his plate over to the sink, keeping his back to his mother. âIâm not trying to embarrass you, honey. But remember, sheâs only here for two weeks.â He paused before turning to her. Did she know they were making out on the couch last night? Surely Angie wouldnât have said anything!âBut, I . . . I mean, weâre not . . .,â he stammered. She just shook her head, the smile still on her lips. âYouâre fifteen, Steve. Hormones are in control. And she is a very attractive girl. I know whatâs going on, or will be eventually. Iâm not saying not to explore your feelings, but to be careful, thatâs all.â She patted his shoulder as she walked past him on the way to her bedroom. âI just donât want to see either of you get hurt.â He swallowed hard. His mother had never spoken to him about girls before and it was a little weird. And she was right. As beautiful and sexy and into him as she was, she would be gone in two weeks. His heart sank at the reality of his situation.Just then, Angie appeared from the basement wearing a very skimpy white bikini. Steve had to stop his mouth from dropping open at the sight of her. She was absolutely gorgeous! Her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever and her narrow waist gave way to the curves of her breasts, pushed up even fuller by the bikini top. Her long hair was brushed to a silky sheen and flowed across her bare shoulders before cascading down her back. She was mesmerizing. Intoxicating. She held a bottle of sunscreen in one hand and a beach towel in the other.âWant to come out with me?â she asked, looking around to see who else was in the kitchen. âI need someone to rub this on my back.â Steve looked up at the clock. It was only ten oâclock. He had plenty of time to get to work. It was only a ten minute bike ride.âSure,â he said. âLet me get some shorts on. Iâll be right there.âHe went down the stairs two at a time, nearly falling at the bottom. He ran into his room and pulled on his swim suit, still lying in the corner from yesterday. At the last minute, he stopped and pulled his weed from his stash and quickly spun one up. He couldnât smoke before going to work, but maybe Angie would want one after heâd gone. He stuffed the baggie back into his hiding place and ran back up the stairs. He caught a glimpse of the Delaneyâs minivan backing out of the driveway through the living room window as he went out through the patio doors into the back yard. They were alone again.He found Angie where he figured she would be. There were two reclining lounge chairs on the grass a few yards from the deck. Angie had moved them both to a spot where they could catch the morning sun, which was in a secluded area next to the shed. She had lain her towel on the vinyl cushion of one of them and was spreading sunscreen onto her arms when he walked up. She grinned impishly and scanned his slender body. This was the first time she had seen him with his shirt off and she seemed pleased.
Not that he was real muscular, but working in the lumber yard and playing sports had left him lean and well toned. She sat down and tossed him the bottle.âJust in time. Can you do my legs for me?â He grinned. She could easily do her legs herself, but he welcomed any opportunity to touch her and didnât hesitate. He knelt at her feet and squeezed some of the slick white lotion onto her knees, then began to slowly spread it around her slender, athletic legs. She leaned back and watched as he covered her calves and lower legs, then moved up to her thighs. She spread her legs slightly so he could do her inner thighs and wondered just how far he would go. He surprised her by going just a few inches from where her thong bikini stretched over her trimmed pussy. He looked up at her and grinned.âAnywhere else you need done?âShe returned his grin and lay down on her stomach. âJust my back,â she said. She gathered up her long hair, pulled it to one side, then reached around to unclasp her bikini top. The thin straps fell away and she laid her head on her folded arms, waiting for him to continue. Steve looked down at her bare back and the side of her breast as she lay on the lounger. She was practically naked! He squeezed a good amount of the lotion onto her back and began to slowly massage it into her skin.âMmmm,â she murmured. âThat feels nice!â He continued rubbing his hands across the soft, smooth skin of her back long after the sunscreen had been absorbed. She seemed to enjoy his touch and he definitely enjoyed touching her bare skin!âYou better put some on, too,â she said, her eyes closed. âYou donât want to burn.â She was right. Reluctantly, he removed his greasy hands from her back and began applying lotion to his arms, chest, and shoulders. He looked down at her when he finished and saw that she was watching him. âTurn around,â she said. âIâll get your back for you.âHe turned around and she sat up. He felt her soft hands on his back as she slowly rubbed the creamy lotion into his skin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the strap of her bikini top lying on her chair and caught his breath. He had assumed that she had put it back on before sitting up! She was topless, putting sunscreen on him! âAll done,â she said, then a slight pause and her voice lowered slightly. âYou can turn around now.â He slowly turned around. She was sitting on the edge of her chair, still topless. Her firm tits didnât sag and the erect nipples were poking out a good quarter inch. His stared at them for a few seconds before realizing he was doing it and looked up into her face.âHi,â she said softly, a shy smile on her luscious lips.âHi,â he replied, licking his lips. She looked down at her perky breasts, then back up to him.âYou know, technically this is our second date,â she said, her eyes locked on his. âWould you like to touch them?â He nodded, his eyes moving from her chest to her eyes. She beckoned to him. âThen come here. Lick them - suck them.â He dropped to his knees on the grass and moved toward her. She spread her legs so he could move in closer. He paused, looking at the two perfect globes before him. âHave you ever done this before?â she asked. Steve hesitated, then shook his head in embarrassment, lowering his eyes. âHey!â she said softly, lifting his chin. âItâs ok! Nothing to be embarrassed about!â She pulled his head closer. âJust suck on my nipples. Flick your tongue across them.â He took one of her hard nipples between his lips. âThatâs it,â she said. He began to suck on it and she held his head tighter. âOh, yes! Just like that!â Encouraged by her reaction, he sucked harder, flicking his tongue across the hard nub while his hand went to her other tit and squeezed it. âMmmm!â she moaned, closing her eyes. He worked on one for a while, then moved over to the other one, giving it the same attention. He could smell a musky aroma, which he found very enticing. Finally, Angie pulled him from her breast and leaned in to kiss him. They kissed hard, hungrily. When they finally pulled apart, Angie glanced down at his shorts. He was sporting a raging hard-on, creating a pup tent in his shorts. She looked up at him, the impish grin once more on her face and her blue eyes sparkling.âI canât let you go to work in this condition!â she exclaimed, nodding toward his hard dick. He blushed, not knowing what to say. Angie took his hands and stood up, pulling him to his feet. She kissed him again, then looked directly into his eyes. âI think I can help you relax,â she said, and sat back down on the edge of the lounge chair in front of him.As he looked down, she grasped his shorts in both hands and pulled them down. His heart was hammering in his chest as his hard cock sprang out, bobbing in front of her face. It wasnât huge, not like in the porn movies, but it was about six inches long. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of at his age. She looked up at him and reached out for it. When she gripped the hard shaft in his hands, he moaned. No girl had ever touched his cock before, and it felt so good! She started to slowly move her hand back and forth along its length, looking up to his face every few seconds as she did. He had closed his eyes, lost in the wonderful sensations she was creating. âSteve?â He opened his eyes and looked down at her. âCan I . . . suck it? Give you a blow-job?â He nodded, still not believing this was actually happening. âOk, but I want you to warn me before you cum. Can you promise me you will?â Again, he nodded. She licked her lips and moved her face closer to his throbbing meat. She stuck her tongue out and licked the entire length of it, causing him to shiver and moan. He was so turned on, it took everything he had to stop himself from shooting all over her right then and there. He knew if she did suck on it, it would only be a matter of seconds.She pulled her head back and looked up at him. âOk, Iâm going down. Remember your promise.â With that, she opened her mouth and slid it over his pulsating head, her tongue moving sensuously along the sensitive underside. He moaned louder, fighting the urge to cum.âAngie!â he gasped. âI canât take much more!â She pulled her mouth from his hard penis and looked up.âYou taste good,â she said, licking her lips. âJust relax. I want to do it a while longer.ââIâll try,â he panted, looking into her pretty face. She looked up at him, waiting for him to give her the ok. After a few moments, he nodded and he slipped her warm, wet mouth back over his soft head. He sucked in a deep breath through his teeth as her tongue swirled and rubbed all over his dick. Almost immediately, he felt himself back on the edge. âOh, shit, Angie! I think Iâm gonna . . .â Instead of pulling off like heâd expected, she began bobbing her head faster. He felt his balls contract and groaned as his seed surged through his hard dick and erupted into Angieâs hot little mouth. âOhhhhh . . .!â he groaned, his eyes squeezed tight.Angie stopped bobbing her head, but continued to suck the jism from his spurting dick, swallowing each mouthful. When he finally stopped cumming, she let his shriveling dick slip from her mouth and looked up at him, smacking her lips. âYou do taste good!â she said with a grin. Steveâs legs felt rubbery and he sank back to the chair behind him, trying to catch his breath after the unbelievable blow-job sheâd just given him. Well, ok, it was his first blow-job, but he still thought it was pretty fucking unbelievable! âA . . .Angie!â he gasped. âTh . . . that was . . .â He swallowed, still trying to catch his wind. She smiled and stood up. âI thought you . . . wanted me to warn you so you could . . . pull off before . . .â She shook her head.âI changed my mind. You tasted so good I wanted to taste your cum, too.â She grinned and reached for her top. âAnd Iâm glad I did!â She picked up her watch from the little table next to her chair, looked at it, and frowned. âDonât you have to be a work for noon?â He nodded. âWell, itâs eleven-thirty. You better get ready.ââShit!â he said, standing and pulling his shorts back up. He kissed her quickly, getting a faint taste of his own cum from her spermy lips. âI gotta go!â He ran toward the house, then stopped and ran back. He passed her the joint heâd rolled. âThis is for you!â he said, kissing her once more. He ran off again. âIâll see you at supper!â he called before disappearing inside.He arrived at work only five minutes before his shift started. He had never been late or missed a shift, but this was the most he ever had to rush to get there on time. He wheeled into the warehouse and propped his bike against the wall next to the employee lunch room. It was going to be a long five hours. He couldnât get the image of Angie wearing only her thong bikini bottom sucking his cock out of his head. Fuck, she was hot! There was little doubt in his mind that he would be fucking her before too much longer - maybe even tonight.A car horn sounded, interrupting his thoughts, and he went outside to take care of his first customer of the day.Chapter 8Angie studied the joint Steve had given her, then stuck it inside her bikini top. She picked up her towel and started back into the house. She didnât give a shit about sunbathing anymore. She was so fucking horny now that the only thing she could think of was her little friend that was stashed away in her suitcase. She wondered if sheâd remembered to pack fresh batteries.She went into the house and straight down into the basement to her room.
It only took her a moment of rummaging through her suitcase until she found the long silver vibrator sheâd had for over a year now. She turned it on and it buzzed to life. She had remembered the batteries after all. Smiling to herself, she went out to the rec room, over to the satellite receiver and saw that original card with the Dish Network logo on it was once again in the slot of the receiver. Trying to remember which drawer Steve had got the other card from, she went over to his desk and began to dig through the drawers. After a couple of minutes, she found the card and replaced the other one with it. She turned the TV on and took off her top, then the bottom of her bikini while the satellite reset itself. She picked up the remote and sat down on the couch, completely naked, and rubbed her wet pussy with the long steel shaft, but didnât turn it on. Not yet. The TV suddenly blinked, then the picture came up. She hit the guide, located the adult channels, and settled on one entitled âWet Sexâ. As two women began to sixty-nine one another, she flicked on her vibrator and leaned back into the couch, pressing the smooth shaft into her tight, wet pussy.She watched the on-screen action as her fingers guided the vibrator to her most sensitive spots and gasped as it triggered a small orgasm almost immediately. She must be extremely turned on to cum so fast! A well muscled man had joined the two women and was now fucking one of them doggie style while she licked at the other girlâs pussy. Angie had often fantasized about what it would be like with another girl, often masturbating to her fatherâs lesbian porno movies she had found in the basement. She had never actually done anything with another girl, but the idea of it really got her going!She continued to push it slowly in and out of her pussy, the silver shaft now slick with her juices. When the man began fucking the other woman, he really pounded her. She was screaming for him to go harder and faster. Angie pumped the slick vibrator in and out of her own pussy with the same fervor, wishing that she also had one that resembled a real cock. But the only ones the store had didnât vibrate, and she had to decide between realistic or vibrations. The woman on the TV moaned and cried, probably faking it, but Angie felt her own orgasm becoming very real. She held it against her clit just as the man pulled his cock from the girlâs pussy and they opened their mouths to catch his load. As he shot stream after stream of hot semen all over their faces, Angie cried out as the orgasm enveloped her, her body contorting on the couch with the buzzing sex toy still trapped between her legs. By the time she stopped cumming and removed it from her pussy, the scene had changed and a black woman was getting her ass reamed by one of the biggest cocks sheâd ever seen. That had to hurt!She lay there for a while watching the never-ending porn, not bothering to get dressed. Every once in a while sheâd get all worked up again and use her vibrator to bring herself to another crashing orgasm. After over an hour of near constant use, it wasnât buzzing with the same intensity anymore. She either needed to get new batteries or turn off the porn and do something useful. A nice, warm bath would be nice. There was a full bath upstairs. She switched the cards back in the satellite receiver, tossed her vibrator back into her suitcase and went upstairs, still naked, to take a bath.Chapter 9Steve rolled down the street, pedaling furiously. Heâd left work at precisely five pm and was about to make the final turn onto his street. He stopped pedaling and let the bike coast around the turn, then took his time going down the street to his house. He didnât want to burst in on Angie all out of breath and gasping for air. That would come later, he thought, smiling to himself.To his disappointment, both his parentsâ Impala and the Delaneyâs minivan were in the driveway. He sighed. It wasnât really a big surprise. He knew they would already be home or soon would be. No time for any fun right away. He pulled into the garage and left his bike against the wall, then went in through the side door. He peeked into the kitchen, but no one was there. He heard male voices from the living room and made his way through the kitchen. They were louder now and he could make out his fatherâs voice.âItâs a good offer, Mark. And Bobâs a stand up boss. Heâll treat you . . .â Steve poked his head around the corner and the conversation stopped. His father and Mark both stared at him for a second, then his father smiled.âHey, Steve! Got your day in?â Steve nodded. âWhere is everyone?â âCathy and your mother are in the bedroom trying on the new clothes they bought. I think Angieâs in the basement,â he replied. His eyes shifted to Mark, who was looking straight out the picture window, apparently deep in thought. âUh, weâre kind of in the middle of something here, Steve. Could you . . .?â Steve got the hint. âHuh? Oh, sure. Sorry to interrupt!â His father gave him a slight nod, but Mark didnât even look at him. As he walked back through the kitchen, Mark began to speak in hushed tones. âBut I would have to uproot my family, sell the house . . .â He wondered what was going on. Whatever it was, it was pretty serious and was something they didnât want him to overhear. He wasnât a snoop, so he went downstairs, hoping to find Angie there.She was there, sitting on the couch watching TV with a pillow on her lap. She wore a tight t-shirt that he could see no bra strap through, and a tight pair of white shorts. Her long legs were stretched out to the coffee table in front of the couch. She was watching something on TV that had her complete attention and she didnât notice him until he touched her shoulder from behind. She let out a startled cry and turned to see who it was.âHoly shit, Steve! You scared the shit outta me!â He glanced at the TV. Some slasher movie. He didnât know which one it was. They were all pretty much the same and it was a movie genre that he didnât quite understand what all the fuss was about. They were boring and predictable. Have sex - die.âSorry,â he said with an apologetic look. âI thought you saw me come in.â She turned down the volume and turned to face him as he sat next to her.âDid you hear the news?â she asked excitedly, her scare forgotten.He gave her a questioning look. âWhat news?âShe took his hand. She was practically giddy with excitement. âThey met up with your fatherâs boss at the club last night and he offered Daddy a job here in Mason! A really good job! Thatâs why they went golfing today - to talk with him some more about it!â Suddenly, the hushed meeting in the living room made sense. âIsnât it great news?! We could be neighbors again!â She lowered her voice and winked sexily at him. âVery special neighbors!âSteveâs face broke out into a wide grin. âThat would be great!â Her smile broadened, if that was possible, at his reaction. Then his grin faded a little. âBut I just heard them talking in the living room. Your father doesnât seem completely convinced.âAngieâs face became more solemn. She nodded. âI know. But itâs only because heâs been at his firm for over ten years and heâs a little nervous about starting over somewhere new.â She leaned closer. âTheyâre going away to your fatherâs bossâs cabin tonight to talk it over some more. Weâll be here all alone!â she added with a devilish grin. Steveâs mind whirled. Angie could end up living here in Mason! She could be his girlfriend! Then he returned to more pressing matters. They would be alone tonight! All night! He had been up to his fatherâs bossâs cabin before. His âcabinâ, as he referred to it, was a seven bedroom log mansion on a remote lake two hourâs drive from town. He was taking the Delaneyâs up there to impress them, no question. And he needed his parents there for backup. They would be staying the night, for sure.âSteve! Angie!â his mother called from upstairs. âCould you come up here, please?â They looked at each other and grinned.âBe right there, Mom!â Steve replied. Holding Angieâs hand, they climbed the stairs to the kitchen. They released their hands at the top of the stairs. There was no telling what impact their getting close may have on her fatherâs decision. No point in taking any chances.All four of them were sitting around the kitchen table, talking in quiet, somber tones. They all turned to the two teens when they walked in. âYou wanted to see us?â Steve asked.Mark cleared his throat. âYes. Uh, Angie, as you may have heard, I was offered a job here in Mason last night and I was wondering how youâd feel about moving here.â He glanced at Cathy, who gave him a supportive nod, then everyone looked at Angie.âUh . . . I guess it would be all right,â she said, her eyes darting from one to another.âAre you sure?â her father asked. âItâs a big decision, honey. We want to make sure weâre all ok with it before we go any further.âShe swallowed hard and nodded. âY . . .yeah. Iâm sure.â She glanced over at Steve âSteve and I are getting to be friends again, and this is a nice town. I like it hereâMark studied her for a long moment, then turned to Cathy, who nodded. âAll right, Alan. Make the call. Weâll go up and hear what he has to say.â As his father picked up the phone and dialed a number, Cathy got up and came over to Steve and Angie.âWe âre going up to Steveâs dadâs bossâs cabin for the night, honey. We need to talk some more about this with him. Are you two going to be all right here by yourselves?â Steve looked over her shoulder and saw his mother watching him intently. She smiled slightly when she saw him looking back, but he knew that look. She knew something was going on, but didnât know how to stop it. Or if she should even try.âSure, Mom. Weâll be fine,â she replied. Cathy turned to Steve. âCan I trust you to behave like a gentleman, Steve?âHe gave her his most innocent smile. âOf course, Mrs Delaney! Weâll just rent a couple of DVDs and pop some popcorn!â Sure we will, he thought, smiling to himself. She gave him a long stare, then turned back to Angie. âHereâs twenty dollars, honey. Get yourselves a pizza.â She kissed her on the forehead and went back over to the table. Alan was just hanging up the phone.âOk, letâs get packed. Theyâre expecting us at nine.âcontinued . . .
