She arranged to meet a friend for drinks just to have some company. It was after nine by the time she got home, the wine and conversation with her friend had been heady but, as she walked in the door, it all came back. She didn’t bother to bathe, she just changed and, yes, she was wearing panties and a tee shirt, her uniform, she sat on the sofa, her feet drawn up under her and listened to the clock tick. It was almost as though she hated them, she contemplated kicking them both out, her sex life would go back to her toys but that was better than what was happening now. Then she thought, Ryan made enough to set up housekeeping, he and Ursula could get a little apartment and then she would well and truly be alone, and no, her toys would give her no satisfaction, not after what they’d done. They more she thought, the more she fumed. Her anger, she knew, should be directed at Ryan but she found herself unreasonable holding it against Ursula. She knew her daughter was trying to be fair with her and that her Son had developed a preference, still, her daughter was getting what she wanted and they were suppose to share and the clock continued to tick. She’d cited the adage “Nothing good happens outside after midnight,” to them, she told them both that she expected home by midnight and in pristine condition, she’d elicited promises. It was eleven thirty and the clock continued to tick. Even though she was totally pissed at the both of them she was worried about Ursula, Ryan could take care of himself, but her daughter was a bit of a goody two shoes and naïve as a new born when it came to things like pubs and the men that inhabited them. She’d moved to the living room and put on some music, God, why had she chosen “Appointments” by Julien Baker, tears began to leak from her eyes but it could have been rocket fuel, they were out having a ball and she was sitting alone and crying, it wasn’t fair, it just wasn't fair. And the clock continued to tick, it was after midnight, the witching hour had passed. At the pub neither Ryan nor Ursula had paid attention to the time, Ryan had shown her how to play pool, well, sorta, but all the guys like to see her try. She was wearing a sexy little white mini skirt and a blouse that buttoned up the front that was unbuttoned one button short of modesty, from the teen front they liked the tanned cleavage but, when she really had to stretch across the table they got a shot of her sexy new panties. They were around her pov blowjob like flies to honey and she was reveling in the attention. Ryan was engrossed in his darts games, there was money involved, he wasn’t her babysitter for Christ’s Sake, hell, she was twenty and, besides she was right there over by the pool tables. Well, over the pool table, no one was challenging for “Next Game,” some one might have gotten shot had they forced her to yield the table to them. 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