Blogger: BANG BUS entered the house; following close behind her shapely ass which he swore was wiggling from side to side a little more than normal. He followed her in the front door and into the kitchen. She set her drink down on the island in the center of the kitchen and looked at him.
"You look like you want to talk or something," she said. Her speech wasn't slurred, but she was far from sober and was rapidly approaching drunk. "This might be easier than I thought," Max said to himself.
"Sure. I wasn't doing anything tonight and was driving by and saw your light on. Figured you might be bored with no one to talk with."
