Chapter Seven
Small Talk
As we got out into the driveway, we were faced with a new dilemma. There was only one car in the driveway. It was Samantha’s new BMW Roadster. Certainly four famished people couldn’t fit into such a little sports car.
“Well, what are we going to do about this?” Lisa asked.
“We could call a cab, or I suppose we could leave Jack here and bring him back some dinner, but that would spoil all my fun.” Marcy added.
With that statement, I might be better off staying home, but I was hungry and wanted to f**k them later. It had been a couple of days since I had eaten anything except the brownies and soda earlier.
“No, we’ll all fit. After all, he’ll need a lot of nourishment tonight if I let you two at him.”
“Oh, he’ll have plenty to eat later,” Marcy interjected.
