Chapter 1183 I Dare You Pussy:>> 33

• What stunned me was how completely unflummoxed Bridget was through the whole ordeal, answering often demeaning questions with grace and poise. It probably helped that she faced gangs of hormonal teenagers on a daily basis, but still. Even through it all she gallantly offered to help clean up, and I think I could see my mom softening towards her at least a little bit. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
• What wasn't lost on me was the fact that if my situation had been known, Carl's questionable, in their eyes, choice of girlfriend would have been completely forgotten.
• The food, though, had been outstanding, and after assisting Bridget and Mom with cleaning up I retired into the living room where Carl and my dad were watching football. Dad was already in his recliner, nodding off under the effects of too much turkey. I sat next to Carl on the sofa and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch around me, wishing I had my warm girlfriend to lean against.