"Oh! I'm sorry! I- I think I'm a little drunk," he apologized."Where is he?" a voice shrieked down the hallway.Stanley froze then pushed himself up onto his feet and stood there swaying. He turned his head as Yuko barged into the living room with Sandy right behind her. She was wearing his t-shirt over tights."You! It is your fault!" Yuko barked with tears in her eyes."What are you talking about?" he replied."I am to go back to Japan! They are cutting me off! Because of you!" Yuko raged.In a moment of clarity, he took a step closer to her and spoke softly. "Can we talk about this privately?""No! My life is ruined because of you!" she yelled, ignoring his suggestion.Stanley's frustration combined with the wine in his system knocked his restraint aside and his anger flared. "Hold on one second! None of this is my fault. You were the one who tried to trick me into marrying you and you were the one who told your father we were engaged. Then you told him I called off the wedding so

"I'll work on getting our schedules organized so we're off next weekend. I'll let you know during the week if I'm successful," she said. They stepped into the elevator and Stanley nodded to her. "Looking forward to it. This time I'll cut back on my drinking." "It will be your turn to pick a movie! Make it a good one!" Sandy grinned as she stepped off on her floor and she gave him a happy wave as the door closed. Stanley made his way down and outside where he got into the back of the waiting limo. "Good evening," he said. "Good evening, Stanley," Camila responded, smiling over at him. The limo got underway and they settled back for the drive. "What's a good movie to share with friends?" Stanley asked and Camila's brows rose. "That depends on the friends, doesn't it?" she replied with a smile. "How good are these friends?" Stanley thought about that. "Well, they are very close with each other but I'm the new guy. It's my turn to choose the movie." "Well, they're probably going

"Run the authentication process once more," he said and when she did the connection was made. "Ah! It's working! What's wrong with port 7?" "I think it was manually configured to use half duplex mode. Do you recall doing that?" he asked. Her frown turned into barely suppressed rage and Stanley was happy it didn't seem to be directed at him. "No, but I know who did it," she growled. "Someone in my class who said he would help me." "Did this person work on your router?" Stanley asked. "He... had the opportunity," she said with a blush as she looked away. "Oh... Ohhhh!" Stanley said as he clued in. She'd had this 'friend' in her bedroom. "Why, uh, why would he have sabotaged your assignment?" "So he could take my place as top of the class," she said stiffly. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to embarrass you. What he did was really mean. The way to get back at him would be-" "To gut him with a fishing knife!" she snarled. "No! You show up with your project not only complete but exceedi

"They're great, Stanley. Everything works perfectly! Good job. Get some rest," the man said awkwardly. "Good..." Stanley said with a smile and drifted off. Marisa covered him with the blanket and followed Mr. Duncan out into the living room where Camila was sitting with Sigrid. She took a seat across from her mother as the big man made his way into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and made a happy noise when he spotted a baking pan of brownies. He pulled it out, got a knife from the drawer, and carried both back to the living room. He sat next to Marisa, peeled back the plastic wrap, and cut her a brownie which she accepted with a smile. He cut two more for Camila and Sigrid then one for himself. "Oh my god, this is good!" Marisa sighed as the chocolatey treat melted in her mouth. "Did Yuko make these?" Camila asked looking suspiciously at the square in her hand. Marisa stopped eating to look at her nervously. "No, I believe these were from the pretty blond neighbor," Sigrid exp

She gave Sandy a worried look as she had no idea when she'd return to consciousness. She needed Stanley to finish, quickly but he was... why was he moving so slowly? Marisa turned her head to look over her shoulder. Stanley's eyes were barely open and glazed with the drugs in his system. He was also trembling from the pain of holding himself upright. She could see his bruised muscles twitching from fatigue. It was only the drugs blocking the pain receptors that enabled him to stay upright. She gasped in dismay seeing the pain his body was experiencing. Still he thrust in and pulled out, driving Marisa insane with lust until her own body began to tremble with fatigue. She needed to cum so badly! She squeezed his cock with her pussy as he pushed himself deep and he slid a thick thumb into her ass. Marisa's mind exploded as the sudden intensity triggered a chain reaction in her. Her glamor dropped and she moaned as her limbs stretched outwards, electricity jumping and flashing through