#364453 - ” Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself unable to walk quickly in her cling-wrap dress and 3-inch “fuck me” (or, what she considered to be “notice me”) heels. ” She could see Tim’s lips moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from dozens of miles away from her. “Make one, or I’m going to keep her for myself!” “Yeah, that worked so well with the last one, didn’t it?” A muffled, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a shot into the cups on the other side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from Patrick’s slobber-coated throat clogger with a “pop!” before turning about and crawling on her hands and knees over to the other side of the table.