Chapter 4
She had wanted him on her back. After the mind-splintering blow job Lisa had given him on the sofa in the rec room, Morry had followed her upstairs in a daze. That Lisa had planned it this way was obvious. Because when they got to her parents' bedroom, the shades were already drawn and the bedcovers pulled all the way back over the end of the bed, where they dangled to the floor. One of the pillows lay in the middle of the bed.
Lisa hopped into bed after turning on the ceiling light. She put her belly on the center pillow and her cheek on the other. In his confusion, Morry snapped off the light and went for the bed. When he got there he found splayed legs and waiting hands. Lisa reached back and grabbed for his cock. Before he knew it, Morry's chest was pressed against her shoulder blades, and her soft ass was rolling around against his belly. She guided his throbbing cock into the lips of her cunt. Then she pushed up from the bed with her elbows and let her tits dangle toward the sheets. He found his hands under her tits. His hands were like saucers; his hands overflowed. He planted his mouth on the side of her neck just as he felt her calves scissor across the backs of his thighs. He was so excited his heart raced in his throat. He had never done it dog fashion before. But his cock felt sore because she had already used him twice. That was how he felt-used. Lisa had consumed him like a product. She couldn't seem to get enough. His sore cock felt like steel, it was so hard. It slid in and out of her cunt easily because she was full of sperm. His lungs heaved. His ass churned. But his cock didn't go off.
Morry was startled by the sound of muffled voices. Then the door opened, and he heard someone come in and lock it. But he couldn't stop.
Having Lisa's squirming flesh in his arms was too much. He didn't care what happened, just so long as he could have his cock deep inside her. She was the sexiest girl he'd ever known, and all the world could watch if they dared. But it wasn't watching that came next. Something like a wildcat descended on him. His face came off Lisa's shoulder. Heavy thighs pressed against his cheeks. Fingers scurried into his thick hair. His tongue lolled from his lips and was soon squashed flat against a mat of wet hair.
Morry yanked his palms from under Lisa's flattened tits and reached for hips and thighs. His tongue squeezed between the lips of Barb's cunt and sank in to the spongy interior. The taste of pussy and something else stimulated his tongue. His nose burrowed into wet hair; his lips pressed a ring around her cunt. Cock and tongue became a pair. A struggle ensued. The bed groaned with their weight.
"Oh," Barb moaned. "So ... good. So, yungh." She tightened the grip of her calves around Morry's face.
Lisa gasped with the weight of two bodies on her back. Yet her hips continued to rise and fall to meet the thrusts of Morry's working butt.
His tongue went back and forth across the inner bump of Barb's cunthole. Her pussy seemed to swallow his tongue like a hungry lion. His tongue was compressed, squeezed, tugged. He couldn't breathe. Hair clogged his straining nostrils. His lips stretched wide and hissed for air. Then hot air burbled from his lungs against Barb's wet cunt. He pulled his tongue out with difficulty, then sucked hard. His tongue seemed swept back in by invisible forces. He gasped and alternated his sucking and thrusting.
Inside Lisa, his cock burned and throbbed but refused to burst with juice. Instead, it puffed up hard and long and convulsed. Nothing came out. Again and again his cock shuddered and contracted and swelled. Impossible joys spilled through Morry's brain, fell through his body like hail and froze in his thighs. He sucked and fucked, sucked and fucked. It didn't end. His cock shot nothings into Lisa. His tongue shoved fire into Barb. She kept pulling on his hair; his scalp tingled. His lips slid off her slippery snatch, and he began to gasp and sputter. The pussy smeared against his face again, and in went his tongue. The bed felt as if it were crossing the room. Hot ass flattened against his belly as Lisa rose to get it all deep inside her.
Jerry chuckled at the feel of Joan's slim body in his arms. His fingers were splayed across her chest where her tits were supposed to be. Then his right hand came down and sandpapered her flat belly. Joan spread her legs. Jerry cupped her cunt and let his middle finger slip inside. Joan squealed with delight.
"I'll do it," she sputtered. "I'll do it!"
And she did. She squirmed from his grasp, crawled to the end of the chair and hoisted Jerry's thighs over her tiny shoulders. Jerry aimed his blurred vision at his crotch. His cock lay across his belly like a redwood tree on the floor of a forest. Big, crude, hard. Joan let her fingertips play across his hips and belly. Her face was a smear of red and blue and white, capped by a spray of gold. Brown eyes bulged with mischief. Her mouth opened and closed Like a fish out of water. Her fingers came down and plucked at his balls, tossing them back and forth. She grasped one and rolled it around on her fingers. She even squeezed it lightly. Then her forefingers touched the sides of Jerry's redwood tree. Fingers measured the tree.
Joan grabbed his cock suddenly with both hands and pointed it at the ceiling. Her thumb scraped back and forth on his cockhead. Jerry stared with half hypnotized senses. Soft lips pressed against the tip of his prick and withdrew. His cockhead was bright red with lipstick. Joan's head dropped again and the halo of golden hair shrouded his prick like a tent. Warm lips pressed against his cockhead; slowly her lips parted and his cockhead began to sink into her mouth. It was ecstasy. A hot tongue circled all around his cock, bathing it in saliva. The tongue curled around his bar like a vine. It slid up and down. Lips clamped hard around the base of his cock. Jerry locked his ankles behind Joan's hard back and pressed. He felt her nose burrow into the pad of his belly. His cockhead stuck into her throat. Her tongue went back and forth across his prick. She began to suck. Her lips parted and blew steaming-hot air against his balls. Joan's fingernails clawed at his hips. He fired his hands down and dug them into her hair. Tongue at his cocktree. Tongue wrapped around him. Teeth clenched his outer cockskin. A gold bell bobbed up and down on his crotch. Joanie's hard little lips machined up and down the slippery shaft, her teeth in his skin, her tongue lashing from side to side.
A white heat roared through Jerry's brain. His fingers rode her rising and falling head. His thighs began to twitch with the rhythms of the hard ring traveling up and down his cock. Sucking cheeks flapped at the sides of his prick. The smooth inner linings sent tingles rushing through his loins. His cock was swept away by her storming mouth. Lips grew tighter, her tongue whipped him like a horse, her teeth gnawed and nipped, hot air burned his balls.
He gasped and his head rolled from side to side on the chair. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. A tide rose in his loins, it yearned for her mouth, swelled and grew like a giant wave.
Joan's mouth slipped off his prick. She rolled her brown eyes and gulped desperately for air. Her head plunged again. Hot lips seared down Jerry's cock; they burned to his base. A tongue licked at his balls, setting them on fire.
His cock blew up and he became a geyser inside Joan's mouth. Her sucking cheeks drank the flood. Spasms racked Jerry's loins. He thrust his ass on high and clamped his thighs to Joan's neck. A ring of hot steel churned up and down his rod. It beat the lather from his cock. Spurting fire filled her mouth. Tongue and teeth and cock intermeshed, squirmed, squeezed, tangled, squirted, gushed, burner:. Jerry's fingers wrenched Joan's head from side to side. His whole body erupted, it thrilled with hot and cold tremors. Trembling, uncontrolled lips sawed back and forth on his base. Hot air bathed his whole crotch, then fluids, then her tongue. His prick was on fire; it erupted like a volcano. Suction swept it clean for the next eruption. Blat, and a tongue like a broom licked away his juice and swept down his cock for more. He couldn't stand it; everything in the room blurred and whirled. The bobbing thing on his belly speeded up-it took his whole cock away, fried it with heat and drowned it in streaming juice.
He yanked his legs off her back and lunged toward the end of the chair. He flung his arms around Joan and kissed her throat lightly. She trembled in his arms. All the sauciness had drained from her eyes; she looked older, softer, yielding. Their lips met suddenly, and delirium seized his mind. Jerry devoured her soft mouth. When her tongue slowly slid into his mouth, the tenseness of his muscles melted.
Joan cupped her hand over his swollen crotch and began to slide his cockskin up and down. With the tips of her fingers, she squeezed the head of his prick. Jerry pulled his face away and pushed her onto her back. He began to plant kisses on the flat of her belly.
Joan arched her head back and moaned with delight. Jerry shoved his hand between her closed thighs. Her thighs parted, and he shot a finger up her little cunt. Joan's eyes closed and she moaned like a trapped animal. Jerry continued to plant kisses on her heaving belly. Joan grabbed his cock with both hands. Her belly began to tremble under the rain of Jerry's kisses. She jiggled his cock up and down, then groped for his balls. No sooner had she touched his sac than her hands were back, grappling with the full length of Jerry's cock.
"Oh, it's too big," she moaned. "You'll never get all that inside me. And I want it, I want all of it."
Her hands came off his cock as if they were touching something too hot to handle. Joan flattened her palms against his belly, rubbed his skin, and moved up to feel the barrel of his chest and the oak of his arms. Her hands crossed his shoulders to explore his back. Suddenly she curled her torso and lowered her face to his crotch. She ran the tip of her tongue along the lower curve of his red cock. She kissed his balls. As soon as her mouth withdrew, she planted her palms squarely on the flats of his hips and curled her tongue around the base of his prick. Joan pulled her head slowly back; her tongue was like a wet hook that slid up the length of his cock.
Jerry's heaving lungs began to wheeze as his excitement mounted.
Holding her tongue in the same curve, Joan moved it back down his cock. She did it all over again, then let her tongue come to rest on top of his cock. She flicked her tongue at the helmet-shaped head, circled it, and made it glisten.
She said, "Oh, if I only had a cunt as big as my mouth."
Jerry emitted a strange animal cry. He lunged for her legs. He threw her calves onto his shoulders as if they were the tails of a scarf. Then he grabbed at her knees until her thighs were at rest on the tops of his shoulders. His tongue lolled from his lips and touched the wet lips of her cunt. His tongue licked at the curves of her inner thighs, traced circles there, then began to lap at the flat of her pussy. Jerry suddenly cupped the orbs of her ass and raised her butt into the air.
His tongue slid into her cunt; it probed in half an inch and moved up and down the edges of her cuntlips. Joan's belly shivered and rippled. His soft slippery tongue squeezed in further until it touched her inner bump. Joan promptly clamped her thighs hard against the sides of Jerry's neck. Her calves crossed over his back like open scissors, and the pressure of her legs forced his face to come flat against her cunt. His nostrils gushed hot air into her bush. Jerry's tongue stretched and drove deep up her pussyhole. He made his tongue wriggle and writhe, felt her clit vibrate, sensed the quivering of her cunthole as it convulsed around his hot tongue.
Joan tossed her head from side to side. She began to kick her heels at his back. "Oh, fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your great big red prick. I want it in me. I don't care how big it is. I want it, I want it now."
Jerry shrugged her legs off his back, lunged forward and got on top of her. Joan's arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and she clung to him like someone in a panic. He found her lips and forced his tongue into the slot. Her mouth widened. Jerry's cock jabbed around and poked at her cunt to find her hole. Joan spread her legs wide, then wider. Jerry's cock touched her cuntlips, spread them, and sank into her sheath.
Joan clapped her thighs hard against the sides of his hips. He squeezed three inches of hot cock into her pussyhole. Joan scissored her calves across the cheeks of his churning ass and squeezed. Her legs rode his ass like a saddle on a galloping horse.
He pushed harder to get more cock up her cunt. Another inch slid in, but he couldn't seem to go beyond that. He felt his blood rush to his face. She was too tight, too small; but he had to get in all the way, had to have his whole cock deep inside her tiny body. Something obsessive gripped him; the tightness of her snatch was like nothing he'd ever felt before; it was like a hard-clenched fist that kept squeezing tighter, as if it intended to break his cock off. His ass flew back and reversed direction. His ass became a smoking pile driver that banged on a stake, but the stake wouldn't go in, it only grew wider.
Joan's heels kicked at his driving ass. Her fingernails dug into the bunched muscles of his shoulders. Her teeth sank deep into Jerry's outstretched tongue. He swung his ass back, clenched his eyes shut, then drove forward with all his might.
It happened. His cock narrowed and squeezed further into Lisa's taut hole. It kept on going, sliding, widening her, getting up, forcing itself all the way in.
Joan's head wrenched away. "Yaaaaah," she moaned. Her brown eyes bulged wide.
Jerry's heaving chest weighted down on her as he reached out to grab for handfuls of ass. Joan's face came back with a crazed look. He stuck his tongue into her parted lips. She sucked on his tongue, nipped it, wrestled with it, then pushed it aside and got hers into his mouth. She dug her nails into his back, hammered his back with her little fists, then pressed her palms into the small of his back. His ass swiveled from the pressure point of her hands.
Their sweating faces parted.
"Never take it out," Joan panted. "Keep it in me, all the way, always. I love you. You can have all of me. All, all, ooooh."
Joan pulled her calves off the orbs of his ass, planted her heels flat on the chair and swung her ass up at him. She made her back arch and tried to lift his weight off the chair. Jerry's balls squeezed flush against her cunt. He let go of her ass and set his weight on his elbows. His face came down to her titties. He sucked in a hard nipple, circled it with the tip of his tongue, then let the flat of his tongue slide across her chest to the other nub. While he sucked on that nub he rubbed the tips of his fingers across the other.
Joan crushed Jerry's hips with the vise of her thighs until her knees were almost touching above his ass. Her hands abandoned the small of his back and moved to the flats of his hips, then to the curves of his ass. She dawdled her middle finger in the cleavage of his ass, drew her finger back and forth. Then she suddenly sank her finger into his asshole and began to fuck his ass with it.
Jerry's fingers shot from her chest to her golden hair. He slowly lowered his face until their lips joined. He licked her lips and wormed his tongue into her mouth.
Joan rocked her hips from side to side, then quaked, gathered force, and unleashed an uppercut from her ass. She held her ass slightly up from the bed, but her belly began to quiver and she sagged. Jerry pulled his cock halfway out, stretching his cockskin to its limit, then rammed every inch back in, in a rush of passion. His body trembled in the clamps of her legs and arms; his mind whirled. Her beating heart knocked on the front of his chest like someone trying to find shelter in a storm.
Jerry's ass became an inferno, it swirled around in a corkscrew motion, and his cock screwed in and out of the cork of her cunthole. His ass spiraled back, reversed and drove a twisting screw.
The chair began to move slightly across the floor, driven by the thrustings and thrashing of their hot bodies. Jerry's and Joan's crotches moved toward each other in perfect harmony; the male thrust was met by female cunt that devoured his prick, squeezed it all in and made it disappear in a hot tunnel of love. The tunnel hugged his cock like a rubber three sizes too small. The flat of her box pressed his balls hard against his crotch.
Their rhythm broke and they rolled onto their sides. The weight of his hip bore down on the inside of her right thigh. But his cock had stayed lodged deep in her cunt; her tightness held him there' like a nail in wood. They gasped and eyed each other. Joan's brown eyes were semi-circles of chocolate beneath her drooped lids. Jerry moved his thighs until they touched the lower curves of her butt. She reached out and ran her hand up and down the mass of his bicep.
Jerry sandpapered her back with his hand, groped for her saucy ass, and wiggled his middle finger up her asshole.
Joan caught her breath; her eyes rolled. She thrust her chest out at him. He rubbed his fingertips across her hard nubs.
Joan's lips flapped as her breath burst from her lungs. She reached out and grabbed his wrist. She twisted her ass around to get more of his finger into her asshole.
Somehow, they both sensed the same direction, and they rolled until she was on top, straddling his waist with her thighs. Joan dug her knees into the sides of his rib cage. Her sweating face fell into his chest. Her ass went wild; it flew up and to the side and came back in a rush, forcing his cock deep into her cunt. Her ass whirled around in circles, swayed, crashed, ballooned. Jerry's middle finger rode the storm, jerking half in and half out of her asshole with each new twist and turn.
She came off him so suddenly he hardly knew what had happened. His cock slid out of her snatch like a cork out of a champagne bottle. Joan clambered backward, pinched his hard-on in the middle with her thumb and forefinger, and then, with her free hand, stuck out her forefinger and whisked it as if she were striking a match.
She made a noise with her lips-"Ccchhhhssstt." She stuck the pretend-match into the cleavage of his balls. Then she planted the ring of her lips around the head of his cock and made three short sucks. She moved her head back and pretended to blow out smoke.
He was puzzled, but finally realized she was playing that his cock was a cigar.
Joan grinned like a hyena. "Good smoke," she said causally. "Know where I can buy a full box?"
"You're goddamn right I do!" He lunged for her. They became a tangle of arms and legs. His cock stabbed frantically between her legs to find her cunthole.
He felt as if all his skin were on fire. A strange boiling welled inside his belly. He lowered his full weight onto her, heard her breath racing in his ear, felt her hands clawing at the sides of his hips. Her lips seared his mouth. Her tongue came into his mouth and he sucked the half-crazed thing to quiet it down. His cockhead found her hole. Something like fireworks lighted his brain. His stomach muscles grew taut. His cock began to slide into the mouth of her cunthole, spreading the lips, widening the passage. Then the tightness came, the squeezing, relentless pressure that held his cock back and sucked it in at the same time. They both began to breathe harshly through their nostrils. His hard-on heaved its bulk up into her sheath.
Joan's head flew back. "Waaaaah."
He drove his stake in further, and still he was only halfway in. His ass moved back and met a pair of hammering heels. Jerry's butt thrust forward, and Joan moaned with ecstasy. He drew back again and came forward, goaded by her moans. His breath fell from his lips like weights. His hammering ass sent inch after inch of warm prick up her cunt. Joan's lips opened and closed like a valve. Her legs scissored his ass. She squeezed her thighs tighter and tighter against his working hips. His ass swung around, swayed, thrusted.
She bit his shoulder.
Jerry's teeth sank into her earlobe.
Joan moaned and began to slide her ass from side to side. He felt his cock sink in even deeper. She waggled her hips in a broken rhythm, back and forth, pushing and pulling with her ass. Hot cock slammed home and withdrew; the prick soared up her tight sheath, retreated and returned again and again in the mounting speed of desire.
Her ass vibrated up and down to meet his hot thrusts. He stuffed her hole with cock. Mouths and tongues tangled. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth and sent her own into his sucking cheeks. Her tongue thrashed left and right, slid across his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Jerry's cock burrowed into her cunt, paused, grew harder, got longer, swelled unbearably and felt like a ticking time bomb. It would blow the lid off the world. The world whirled and became warm and beautiful because everything there was, was long and hard inside her snatch. His belly went rigid. Everything inside him coiled up somehow like a spring. He felt as if he were going mad-the spring coiled tighter; it compressed into an explosive force. Joan's cunt snuggled tight against his balls and crotch. Her thighs crushed his hips.
Something sparked in his brain, and his balls erupted. Zing, and a hot stream of fluid rushed through his cock, swelling his huge cock as it raced to spout at the end of his cockhead. And it came out, bursting at the hole in his cockhead, endless darts of stinging fire. Joan shook all over, went tense, then limp. Her cunt began to ripple spasmodically. Her cunt milked his cock, pulled on it, masturbated it with ripples as tangible as strong fingers. His cock bent and twisted, gripped by the storm of her snatch. His prick swelled and surged with a fresh gush of sperm. He felt fuck dumping into her, a wild splashing inside a racking, shuddering hole.
Joan dragged her tongue out of his mouth and gulped for air. Her brown eyes rolled back as if she were going to faint.
Jerry shoved his horny prick deep up her again, and the pulsing rod swelled, hardened, and squirted an outpouring of fuck juice. The flood of fuck juice greased her sheath, and his ass moved faster and faster. The full length of his cock traveled up and down the path of her pussy with ease. She was still as tight as a keyhole, but the screw juice made her cunt as slippery as ice. He could draw his cockhead all the way out to her cuntlips, then return his entire shaft in a single, wild thrust. A hot flash burned through his belly as he sank his prick in up to the hilt. Her ass bobbed and jerked beneath the weight of his torso, as if she were trying to escape, trying to make a last desperate effort to survive before something destroyed her. She couldn't do it; her ass sagged and wilted like an unwatered plant. Jerry slid his fat prick almost out of her sheath and stuffed it all back in.
Joan's belly tensed. Her ass came to life; it wiggled and thrust up to hug the crotch that drove so relentlessly at her. They burst like dropped bags of water-drowned in each other, swam in each other's arms, floated, drifted, then exploded all over again.
Jerry's body shook and throbbed as he moaned. His cock shuddered inside her, it contracted like a recoiling cannon, spurted, shrank, swelled, and burst in another massive flood. Her inner ripplings matched the stuttering fires of his prick. He shut his eyes and gasped as still more spurts fired into her. He opened his eyes and saw her face go white as her cunt convulsed with shattering waves. They went Limp in each other's arms.
Jerry wasn't quite sure how he got back down to the rec room. He grinned at the sight of clothes strewn all around the room. He noticed the ice in the pitcher of martinis was nearly melted. He stepped behind the bar and searched for ice. Dropping half a dozen cubes into the pitcher, Jerry held it with both hands and swirled the stuff around. Then he held the thing to his lips and practically drained it all off. He coughed, sputtered and blinked his eyes. Now the room was really spinning. He set the pitcher down and spotted a half-full bottle of vodka. He picked that up and emptied it into the pitcher.
"Got to have our ... martini," he muttered. He glanced at his wrislfwatch, the only thing he was wearing, but couldn't make out the time. It was either eight-thirty or twenty to six, he couldn't figure out which. Also, one hand kept moving around and he couldn't make it stop.
"Stop, you shit," he said to the second hand.
But it didn't. Neither did anything else. When he staggered back upstairs carrying the pitcher for the gang, they were waiting for him in the big bedroom at the end of the hall. Morry was stretched out on the bed, red faced and breathing so hard he looked sick. But Barb and Lisa looked fresh as daisies.
"You ... aren't daisies," Jerry said, "you're doozies."
"Oh, doozies," Barb chimed in. "I love doozies and don't-sies, but mostly don't-sies. He brought us-" She coughed, "-a whole barrel full of don't-sies, Lisa."
"So I see." She snatched the pitcher from Jerry's hands and held it to her lips, which made her vulnerable, as far as Jerry was concerned. He reached out with unsteady hands and felt her round tits.
"Hey, that's no fair," Barb snickered. She reached for Jerry's rising cock.
When Lisa finished her guzzle she lowered the pitcher part way and peered at Jerry's hands. "It's getting so a girl can't even quench her thirst without getting her tits stuck on somebody's hands."
Barb grabbed the pitcher. She downed even more than Lisa had. It was Morry's turn. He looked like he needed it. His whole face was bathed in sweat. He finished the pitcher. It fell off the bed and ice cubes skidded across the rug.
"J-Joan wants to join the party," Jerry said as he collapsed to the rug. Lisa fell on top of him and spread her fingers through his hair.
"Joan who?" she asked.
"You know," Jerry grinned. "I locked her in her room. She's crazy or something."
"I don't know any Joan," said Lisa. "But I know what I want. I want what Morry gave to Barb. Goddamn Barb came in here and got it off Morry with me on the short end."
Jerry tried to speak but her mouth closed on his. Over her head he saw Barb and Morry curling into a ball on the bed. Morry's face disappeared between Barb's open thighs. His cock sank between her open lips. Jerry felt a patch of wet hair press against his nose, then clamp against his open mouth. Warm lips grazed across his belly and searched for his cockhead. They found it.
At first Jerry got his jeans on backwards. He couldn't figure it out. He'd reach down to button his fly only there weren't any buttons. Then he fell back against one of the bar stools and sank to the floor laughing. Morry was in better shape. He had his jeans and T-shirt on, but couldn't find his shoes and socks.
Jerry tried it all over again. He managed to get part of his T-shirt on, but he had his arm in the neckhole. Morry finally came to the rescue. He tugged off Jerry's jeans.
"Jesus," Morry laughed. "What the hell ... time is it? Got to get out of here, goddamn it, Jerry. Get your ass in your jockey shorts. You can't leave off your shorts." He bent down and picked something up; he stuffed it in his pocket; it was Barb's bikini top. "Shit, man, hurry up." He grabbed hold of Jerry's left wrist and looked at the watch. "Christ, it's after four right now. Their goddamn parents could come home any minute."
Jerry got a grip on himself. He managed to snake into his jockey briefs and jeans. Morry put shoes on him and stuffed his socks into his pockets. The T-shirt finally got straightened out.
Morry ran behind the bar and began to put glasses and equipment away. Jerry started to crawl around on his hands and knees, laughing like a hyena. He found all kinds of things; two bikini bottoms and a pair of shoes and socks. "Lookie what I found," he called over his shoulder. "I found a couple snatch covers but no snatches."
Morry hurried over and grabbed his shoes. He grabbed the various things from Jerry's hands and stuffed them into already bulging pockets. "Jesus, let's go. If we got caught here, all hell would break loose."
"Aw, bullshit," Jerry drawled. "I'm not goin' anywhere. Too tired. I'll just lay me down to sleep here on the floor and have a good snooze. Wake me up for breakfast."
Morry kicked Jerry's thigh. "C'mon, for Chrissake."
Jerry peered up like a waiting dog. "Not unless I got my tape recorder."
"What tape recorder?"
"They said I could have a tape recorder, and I want it. I want some tape. And a recorder. Said I could take it home. But I don't wanna go home. I wanna sleep."
"Okay, okay. I guess you know who's driving." He pulled Jerry to wobbly feet.
Jerry poked a forefinger at the air. "That's it, right there. My very own tape recorder." He lunged toward it. Morry supported him. Jerry clutched at the handle and took the recorder.
Morry squinted. "You sure it's all right?"
Jerry clutched a fist to his heart. "So help me God. Barb said I was supposed to try it out. Go ask her."
"Are you kidding? They're both up there out cold in their rooms. I had to put pajamas on them and shovel them into bed. It's a good thing I didn't have a hell of a lot to drink."
Jerry waggled his finger. "Oh, not, it's not. It's very bad not to have enough to drink. You don't feel good if you don't have enough to drink. I had enough to drink. I feel real good."
"You sure as hell do." Morry shoved him forward. "Don't fall now. We go out the back and through the woods. We go to the car."
"Right," Jerry muttered. "Good old car. Good old rotten car waiting to carry me home."
"Carry, Jesus I hope not." He pushed Jerry onto the stairs.