"She was really expecting make up s*x, wasn't she?" Lauren asks, shaking her head.
"Why not?" I answer. "It's worked every other time."
"Would it have worked if I wasn't along," she asks.
"I don't know." I put my hand on her thigh as I smile. "With three or four gorgeous, willing females waiting at home, maybe not." She playfully slaps my hand away with a laugh.
"I wanted to talk to you about that," she says, turning in her seat so she's almost facing me. I've been expecting this conversation ever since the blowjob last night.
"Lauren," I say, preempting her, "you should think long and hard about how far we take things." She unexpectedly bursts out laughing and this time I'm really not in on the joke.
"Long and hard! Just how I like it," she says, "but that's not what I wanted to tal
