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Trish arrived to the hotel and sat down on the bed and stared out the window. It was such a nice evening, the temperature was just right "It would be perfect for sitting on the porch swing with Dave, sipping lemonade" she thought to herself. She frowned a little and tried to fight back an overwhelming urge to cry. She missed him, she missed him bad. But, he was down in Texas picking Aly up. "I know what I have to do," she thought to herself. She picked herself up, threw on a pair of sunglasses, grabbed her discman and put on her swimsuit. "I'm headed to the hot tub to relax and try to figure everything out." She said out loud with a smile and headed downstairs.
Dave pulled up to Angie's house. The whole plane ride and drive there, he had been thinking about what he really wanted, and who he was, who he is and the man that he wanted to be. He knew that he was going to need to do some changing to save his relationship with Trish. He sighed as he got out of the car and went up to the door and rang the bell.
Angie answered the door wearing a short red sleeveless dress. She looked really great. She had her black hair down and had on light make-up. "Welcome back." She said to him.
"Hey, how's it going?" Dave said. But Angie could tell that something was wrong.
"The girls are gone for another hour or so, what's going on? Something happened." Angie said to him.
"Nothing, everything's fine." Dave grumbled and went in and sat on the couch.
"Don't lie to me, you can tell me. It's ok." Angie tried to say to him when he interrupted.
"Like you want to hear about my relationship problems." Dave said to her.
"Dave, we may be divorced, but I'm still your friend. Most of the time." She added sarcastically, "Who knows, maybe I can even help?"
"Alright, fine. You want to hear about my problems, I'll tell ya." Dave said standing up and pacing the living room. He explained everything and then got to the part of pinning her against the wall and accidentally punching her instead of Brock. "So basically I've really screwed things up and I need to fix them, I don't want to lose her." Dave said to Angie in an almost desperate voice.
"Wow Dave, I've never seen you like this. Even when you put me into premature labor with Jenni you weren't this distraught. I think that you're really in love with her, you're so in love you don't know what to do with yourself aren't you?" Angie taunted him.
"Come on Angie, don't start with the past stuff." Dave said to her, "Yeah I really am in love with her, I just need to figure out how to salvage what we have and go from here."
"Well, first of all, you need to give her her space. Let her come to you when she's ready. If you really freaked her out, she's going to need to calm down first. When she does come to you, be prepared to be cuddly, and let her know how you feel and what you're willing to do to change." Angie advised Dave.
He went over and hugged her, "Thanks Ang. I appreciate it."
She held him back, "One more thing."
"What's that?" Dave said to her.
"When she comes to see you for the first time, don't bring up the incident right away, that'll probably be the last thing she wants to hear."
"Good idea." Dave said ruffling her hair. "Your hair is getting long, it looks great."
"Thanks!" Angie replied with a smile, "I didn't know that you liked anything but blond hair these days." She added with a smirk.
"Ha Ha very funny." Dave said to her.
They sat and watched some tv and soon the girls were home. Dave looked at Aly, "Are you ready to head out?"
"Yup, I'm all packed." Aly replied with a smile.
Aly exchanged hugs with Jenni and her mom. Dave picked up Jenni and spun her around, "Now you be good ok?"
Jenni smiled, "I'm always good, you don't have to worry about me."
Dave laughed and hugged Ang, "I'll talk to ya later."
"Sounds good, if you need anything, let me know." Angie said to him as he headed to the car.
Dave and Aly climbed in and headed towards the airport.
Trish soaked in the hot tub for almost an hour. Then she got out and headed upstairs. She was still pondering her mom's theory. She didn't feel like she liked Brock as boyfriend material, he was just a good friend. And it was nice having a friend who you can go to and have stuff in common with and have fun with without having to worry about anything sexual. And she was pretty sure that he didn't think of her as girlfriend material. But what if her mom had a point?
She got upstairs and noticed that she had a voicemail. She decided to put it off, it couldn't be that important, could it? She ran a bubble bath to wash off the chlorine from the hot tub.
Trish hopped in the bath tub and let herself slide under the bubbles. She heard her cell phone ring but she didn't feel like rushing out. She started to think about Dave and Brock. "God, what if I'm in love with both and I don't realize it?" She thought. She let out a squeal and let her head drift under the bubbles.
Dave got to Trish's house and let himself in. Melissa jumped up. She had been dozing off. She was wearing a pair of Trish's pajamas, a tiny tank-top and short shorts. "Hey, you're home early."
"Yeah, there wasn't a lot of traffic. How's Natalie?" Dave responded. He couldn't help but notice how much Melissa resembled Trish, only with brown hair instead of blond.
"Natalie was great! Dave, how much do you think my sister loves me?" Melissa asked in a hopeful voice.
"I don't know, why?" Dave said in a questioning tone.
"Well, I really want to have either a party or a girls night, but I don't foresee mom letting me, so I was wondering if she would let me hold one here?"
"Is there going to be alcohol involved?" Dave asked.
"Maybe a little, but no one would drive, everyone would just crash here." Melissa answered quickly.
"That is something you would definitely have to ask her, I have no clue." Dave said. He knew he wasn't going to get himself stuck in the middle of this.
"But Dave, you know Trish so well, and you such a way about you that you could get her to agree, wouldn't you want to ask her?" Melissa pleaded.
"No way. Besides, I don't know if she would agree right now. We're not exactly on good terms right now." Dave said trying to get her to drop the subject.
"Why what happened? Do you want me to help you win her heart? I can tell you anything you would ever want to know about her." Melissa offered. She jumped up and sat across from him. "I'll help you whichever way you need." She had leaned forward in excitement.
Dave couldn't help but see down her shirt. She was a very beautiful girl, and he could tell that she was a teenager because he noticed that her breasts were still perky. He could feel himself starting to become aroused and knew that he had to think of something else.
"I have a great idea, let's have a few drinks, and I'll tell you all about Trish. Everything you would ever want to know but were too afraid to ask." Melissa bargained. "Come on, please?"
"Alright, fine. But, you must never tell anyone." Dave agreed. He knew he probably shouldn't but no one needed to know and it's not like she was going to drive anywhere.
Melissa hopped up and came out with a couple of bottles. Dave got up and came back out with the half bottle of Jack Daniels left over from the night he told Trish about Natalie and his past. Melissa was mixing herself a strong drink and Dave watched her take a drink.
"Whoo! That's good. Wanna try it?" Melissa offered.
"No thanks, I'll stick with mine. Where did you learn how to drink like that? Dave asked curiously.
"You don't think that I go to parties and drink soda do you?" Melissa asked playfully. I've been drinking socially since I was 15." She took a long drink and looked at him, "Where would you like me to start?"
"Tell me about her dating past." Dave threw out there.
"Well, Trish was popular with the boys, but she's always been more of a serious, committed relationship person rather than a one-nighter girl, so in high school she only dated 2 guys. Then she went on to college and didn't want to get in to a relationship because she was afraid of it messing up her studies. Then the school went on strike and she became a model and wound up dating on and off for 3 years. He was really abusive to her though. She wouldn't put up with it, but everytime she would leave him and get a restraining order he would somehow find her and beat the hell out of her. And when she would try to press charges on him, he always had an alibi and no one could prove it was him, so it got her nowhere."
"How bad would he beat her?" Dave asked. Since he hadn't eaten a whole lot, he could feel a buzz coming on already.
"He would beat her where her clothes would cover it up unless she really made him mad, then he would beat her anywhere he could lay his hands whether she had a photo shoot or not. She used to have to cancel shoots because of bruises or bleeding. She was in the hospital a lot, and they would try to help her get away from him and nothing worked. One time she moved in with a friend of hers in the states, but he found out from a friend of his where she was and when her friend went to work, he beat the hell out of her. He loved hearing her cry out in pain, it would get him off. He used to rape her a lot too. She would cry and plead and the only thing it got her was more pain. Finally he was caught and up in jail, but mom got a letter saying that he was released last week. Trish doesn't know yet, so I told mom that I would tell her."
Dave was dumbfounded. He had no idea that her ex was that bad. He had hit Angie a few times, and in a drunken rage he had attacked Angie during a heated fight and caused her to go into premature labor and Jenni was born that night. He would never forgive himself for that, and he only hit Angie one other time after that and it was the night they got into a fight about Dave's work and Angie was shouting so much that he slapped her to get her to stop yelling. Now he knew why Trish was so scared of him. He wanted to cry, he wanted to hold her and console her and apologize.
The two of them sat there drinking the night away and talking about themselves and Trish. Melissa jumped up and plopped down on Dave's lap, "I just thought about something that you should know about Trish."
Dave put his arm around her, "Ok, like what?"
"She has really good taste in men. She always finds these really fine guys and she never shares. I don't think it's very nice." Melissa pouted. Being drunk was bring out the crush she had on Dave.
"Oh is that so?"
"Yeah it is, like she would tell me the guys that she liked or had crush's on but would never bother to share." Melissa turned around in his lap so she was straddling him, her lips were almost touching, "I like to play,"
Dave took a deep breath, just as he was about to say something, Melissa leaned in and started kissing him. At first he was stunned but the drunkenness kicked in and he found himself kissing her back. He had been picturing Trish and thinking about Trish and everything that Melissa was doing was reminding him of Trish. He wasn't separating the two. Dave and Melissa sat there making out, Melissa was running her hands all over his body and Dave was sliding his hands up her barely there tank top.
Melissa began to grind her hips into his pelvis, she could feel him getting harder and harder. She moaned and kissed him with even more passion. He moaned and pulled her to him forcefully making sure to kiss her with such fire. She had never been more turned on. She started to pull at the button on his pants and he stood up. They started to undress each other. Dave began to nibble at her neck while she pulled his pants down. She ran her tongue around his nipples and started to let her tongue glide down to his belly button ring. She ran her tongue around it and gave it a slight nibble and started to go down on him.
Since Dave was standing up, he braced himself against the wall. Melissa worked her way back up and pushed Dave down in a rougher manner. She climbed on top of him and started to ride him slowly at first and then started to get a little rougher and a little faster. Dave was doing everything he could to not let loose on her. She looked him in the eyes with an intense stare, "Dave, I like it rough. I want you to fuck my brains out." She said to him in a hoarse voice.
Dave loved it when a woman talked dirty and that was all it took to drive him over the edge. He rolled over and started to thrust hard. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and yanked her head back roughly leaving her neck totally exposed, "You've never experienced anything like what I'm about to give you." He whispered to her. His eyes were black as night and he leaned down and bit her neck like a vampire, he threw her legs up around his shoulders and angled her hips so that when he thrust it was as deep as possible. He thrust with everything he had inside him, all of the pent up rage, frustrations, sexual frustrations, he would pull out and then drive himself in and as hard as he could. The thunder rolled outside with the rapid lightning helping to fuel his fury more. He had sweat dripping.
Melissa had never experienced anything like this before. "Oh god Dave," She cried. As she was getting close to climaxing she cried out, "Dave I'm coming, fuck me harder, more, more."
Dave was finding himself more and more turned on so he gave her exactly what she asked for. He made sure that they came together and he laid down on top of her. She grabbed the bottle of Jack and took a big swig out of it and handed it to Dave. He took it and chugged what was left. He gave her one last french kiss, and headed upstairs to bed.
The next morning, Aly brought in breakfast on a tray to Dave. She had some questions for him and needed answers. She shook him, "Dad, wake up."
He opened his eyes and realized that he had a terrible headache. "Hon, can you get me some Advil." He whispered.
"Sure dad, I made you breakfast, that should help to make you feel better also." She went out and came back with the bottle.
Dave took 4 of them and sat up. "This looks great, thank you."
"Dad, can I ask you something?" Aly started in early. She couldn't take it any longer.
"Sure honey, what?"
"What did it take for you and Trish to patch things up?" Aly asked curiously.
"Hon, we didn't. I haven't talked to her in two days, why?" Dave replied sadly.
Aly's eyes opened wide, "No reason, uh, silly question, sorry."
"No, that's not the truth. Why are you asking?" Dave asked her.
"No reason, I hope you like you're breakfast, I'm going to go and shower." Aly said jumping up.
Dave caught her arm and sat her down, "What in the world has gotten into you? Why do you think that Trish and I made up? Did she call this morning?" Dave asked.
After himming and hawing and beating around the bush until Dave finally yelled at her to tell him, she looked at him, "Because I heard something last night that I don't think I was supposed to."
"What do you mean? There was a thunderstorm, watched some tv." Dave started to list off what he did the night before when Aly interrupted him.
"Can I quote?"
"Go ahead." Dave said half rolling his eyes.
"Oh God Dave I'm coming, fuck me harder." Aly said faking an orgasm.
Dave threw his fork down with his eyes open wide. "Oh god, last night, drinking," He started to think out loud and then stopped.
"Who were you with?" Aly asked.
"Um. No one, why don't you go play with Natalie and I'll be right down."
Aly got up and left and Dave got up and started pacing. "Oh shit, what have I done?"
**Well, what did Dave do? Will he be honest or will they lie? When will Trish figure out how she truly feels? Please stay tuned and continue to read and review!**
Trish arrived to the hotel and sat down on the bed and stared out the window. It was such a nice evening, the temperature was just right "It would be perfect for sitting on the porch swing with Dave, sipping lemonade" she thought to herself. She frowned a little and tried to fight back an overwhelming urge to cry. She missed him, she missed him bad. But, he was down in Texas picking Aly up. "I know what I have to do," she thought to herself. She picked herself up, threw on a pair of sunglasses, grabbed her discman and put on her swimsuit. "I'm headed to the hot tub to relax and try to figure everything out." She said out loud with a smile and headed downstairs.
Dave pulled up to Angie's house. The whole plane ride and drive there, he had been thinking about what he really wanted, and who he was, who he is and the man that he wanted to be. He knew that he was going to need to do some changing to save his relationship with Trish. He sighed as he got out of the car and went up to the door and rang the bell.
Angie answered the door wearing a short red sleeveless dress. She looked really great. She had her black hair down and had on light make-up. "Welcome back." She said to him.
"Hey, how's it going?" Dave said. But Angie could tell that something was wrong.
"The girls are gone for another hour or so, what's going on? Something happened." Angie said to him.
"Nothing, everything's fine." Dave grumbled and went in and sat on the couch.
"Don't lie to me, you can tell me. It's ok." Angie tried to say to him when he interrupted.
"Like you want to hear about my relationship problems." Dave said to her.
"Dave, we may be divorced, but I'm still your friend. Most of the time." She added sarcastically, "Who knows, maybe I can even help?"
"Alright, fine. You want to hear about my problems, I'll tell ya." Dave said standing up and pacing the living room. He explained everything and then got to the part of pinning her against the wall and accidentally punching her instead of Brock. "So basically I've really screwed things up and I need to fix them, I don't want to lose her." Dave said to Angie in an almost desperate voice.
"Wow Dave, I've never seen you like this. Even when you put me into premature labor with Jenni you weren't this distraught. I think that you're really in love with her, you're so in love you don't know what to do with yourself aren't you?" Angie taunted him.
"Come on Angie, don't start with the past stuff." Dave said to her, "Yeah I really am in love with her, I just need to figure out how to salvage what we have and go from here."
"Well, first of all, you need to give her her space. Let her come to you when she's ready. If you really freaked her out, she's going to need to calm down first. When she does come to you, be prepared to be cuddly, and let her know how you feel and what you're willing to do to change." Angie advised Dave.
He went over and hugged her, "Thanks Ang. I appreciate it."
She held him back, "One more thing."
"What's that?" Dave said to her.
"When she comes to see you for the first time, don't bring up the incident right away, that'll probably be the last thing she wants to hear."
"Good idea." Dave said ruffling her hair. "Your hair is getting long, it looks great."
"Thanks!" Angie replied with a smile, "I didn't know that you liked anything but blond hair these days." She added with a smirk.
"Ha Ha very funny." Dave said to her.
They sat and watched some tv and soon the girls were home. Dave looked at Aly, "Are you ready to head out?"
"Yup, I'm all packed." Aly replied with a smile.
Aly exchanged hugs with Jenni and her mom. Dave picked up Jenni and spun her around, "Now you be good ok?"
Jenni smiled, "I'm always good, you don't have to worry about me."
Dave laughed and hugged Ang, "I'll talk to ya later."
"Sounds good, if you need anything, let me know." Angie said to him as he headed to the car.
Dave and Aly climbed in and headed towards the airport.
Trish soaked in the hot tub for almost an hour. Then she got out and headed upstairs. She was still pondering her mom's theory. She didn't feel like she liked Brock as boyfriend material, he was just a good friend. And it was nice having a friend who you can go to and have stuff in common with and have fun with without having to worry about anything sexual. And she was pretty sure that he didn't think of her as girlfriend material. But what if her mom had a point?
She got upstairs and noticed that she had a voicemail. She decided to put it off, it couldn't be that important, could it? She ran a bubble bath to wash off the chlorine from the hot tub.
Trish hopped in the bath tub and let herself slide under the bubbles. She heard her cell phone ring but she didn't feel like rushing out. She started to think about Dave and Brock. "God, what if I'm in love with both and I don't realize it?" She thought. She let out a squeal and let her head drift under the bubbles.
Dave got to Trish's house and let himself in. Melissa jumped up. She had been dozing off. She was wearing a pair of Trish's pajamas, a tiny tank-top and short shorts. "Hey, you're home early."
"Yeah, there wasn't a lot of traffic. How's Natalie?" Dave responded. He couldn't help but notice how much Melissa resembled Trish, only with brown hair instead of blond.
"Natalie was great! Dave, how much do you think my sister loves me?" Melissa asked in a hopeful voice.
"I don't know, why?" Dave said in a questioning tone.
"Well, I really want to have either a party or a girls night, but I don't foresee mom letting me, so I was wondering if she would let me hold one here?"
"Is there going to be alcohol involved?" Dave asked.
"Maybe a little, but no one would drive, everyone would just crash here." Melissa answered quickly.
"That is something you would definitely have to ask her, I have no clue." Dave said. He knew he wasn't going to get himself stuck in the middle of this.
"But Dave, you know Trish so well, and you such a way about you that you could get her to agree, wouldn't you want to ask her?" Melissa pleaded.
"No way. Besides, I don't know if she would agree right now. We're not exactly on good terms right now." Dave said trying to get her to drop the subject.
"Why what happened? Do you want me to help you win her heart? I can tell you anything you would ever want to know about her." Melissa offered. She jumped up and sat across from him. "I'll help you whichever way you need." She had leaned forward in excitement.
Dave couldn't help but see down her shirt. She was a very beautiful girl, and he could tell that she was a teenager because he noticed that her breasts were still perky. He could feel himself starting to become aroused and knew that he had to think of something else.
"I have a great idea, let's have a few drinks, and I'll tell you all about Trish. Everything you would ever want to know but were too afraid to ask." Melissa bargained. "Come on, please?"
"Alright, fine. But, you must never tell anyone." Dave agreed. He knew he probably shouldn't but no one needed to know and it's not like she was going to drive anywhere.
Melissa hopped up and came out with a couple of bottles. Dave got up and came back out with the half bottle of Jack Daniels left over from the night he told Trish about Natalie and his past. Melissa was mixing herself a strong drink and Dave watched her take a drink.
"Whoo! That's good. Wanna try it?" Melissa offered.
"No thanks, I'll stick with mine. Where did you learn how to drink like that? Dave asked curiously.
"You don't think that I go to parties and drink soda do you?" Melissa asked playfully. I've been drinking socially since I was 15." She took a long drink and looked at him, "Where would you like me to start?"
"Tell me about her dating past." Dave threw out there.
"Well, Trish was popular with the boys, but she's always been more of a serious, committed relationship person rather than a one-nighter girl, so in high school she only dated 2 guys. Then she went on to college and didn't want to get in to a relationship because she was afraid of it messing up her studies. Then the school went on strike and she became a model and wound up dating on and off for 3 years. He was really abusive to her though. She wouldn't put up with it, but everytime she would leave him and get a restraining order he would somehow find her and beat the hell out of her. And when she would try to press charges on him, he always had an alibi and no one could prove it was him, so it got her nowhere."
"How bad would he beat her?" Dave asked. Since he hadn't eaten a whole lot, he could feel a buzz coming on already.
"He would beat her where her clothes would cover it up unless she really made him mad, then he would beat her anywhere he could lay his hands whether she had a photo shoot or not. She used to have to cancel shoots because of bruises or bleeding. She was in the hospital a lot, and they would try to help her get away from him and nothing worked. One time she moved in with a friend of hers in the states, but he found out from a friend of his where she was and when her friend went to work, he beat the hell out of her. He loved hearing her cry out in pain, it would get him off. He used to rape her a lot too. She would cry and plead and the only thing it got her was more pain. Finally he was caught and up in jail, but mom got a letter saying that he was released last week. Trish doesn't know yet, so I told mom that I would tell her."
Dave was dumbfounded. He had no idea that her ex was that bad. He had hit Angie a few times, and in a drunken rage he had attacked Angie during a heated fight and caused her to go into premature labor and Jenni was born that night. He would never forgive himself for that, and he only hit Angie one other time after that and it was the night they got into a fight about Dave's work and Angie was shouting so much that he slapped her to get her to stop yelling. Now he knew why Trish was so scared of him. He wanted to cry, he wanted to hold her and console her and apologize.
The two of them sat there drinking the night away and talking about themselves and Trish. Melissa jumped up and plopped down on Dave's lap, "I just thought about something that you should know about Trish."
Dave put his arm around her, "Ok, like what?"
"She has really good taste in men. She always finds these really fine guys and she never shares. I don't think it's very nice." Melissa pouted. Being drunk was bring out the crush she had on Dave.
"Oh is that so?"
"Yeah it is, like she would tell me the guys that she liked or had crush's on but would never bother to share." Melissa turned around in his lap so she was straddling him, her lips were almost touching, "I like to play,"
Dave took a deep breath, just as he was about to say something, Melissa leaned in and started kissing him. At first he was stunned but the drunkenness kicked in and he found himself kissing her back. He had been picturing Trish and thinking about Trish and everything that Melissa was doing was reminding him of Trish. He wasn't separating the two. Dave and Melissa sat there making out, Melissa was running her hands all over his body and Dave was sliding his hands up her barely there tank top.
Melissa began to grind her hips into his pelvis, she could feel him getting harder and harder. She moaned and kissed him with even more passion. He moaned and pulled her to him forcefully making sure to kiss her with such fire. She had never been more turned on. She started to pull at the button on his pants and he stood up. They started to undress each other. Dave began to nibble at her neck while she pulled his pants down. She ran her tongue around his nipples and started to let her tongue glide down to his belly button ring. She ran her tongue around it and gave it a slight nibble and started to go down on him.
Since Dave was standing up, he braced himself against the wall. Melissa worked her way back up and pushed Dave down in a rougher manner. She climbed on top of him and started to ride him slowly at first and then started to get a little rougher and a little faster. Dave was doing everything he could to not let loose on her. She looked him in the eyes with an intense stare, "Dave, I like it rough. I want you to fuck my brains out." She said to him in a hoarse voice.
Dave loved it when a woman talked dirty and that was all it took to drive him over the edge. He rolled over and started to thrust hard. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and yanked her head back roughly leaving her neck totally exposed, "You've never experienced anything like what I'm about to give you." He whispered to her. His eyes were black as night and he leaned down and bit her neck like a vampire, he threw her legs up around his shoulders and angled her hips so that when he thrust it was as deep as possible. He thrust with everything he had inside him, all of the pent up rage, frustrations, sexual frustrations, he would pull out and then drive himself in and as hard as he could. The thunder rolled outside with the rapid lightning helping to fuel his fury more. He had sweat dripping.
Melissa had never experienced anything like this before. "Oh god Dave," She cried. As she was getting close to climaxing she cried out, "Dave I'm coming, fuck me harder, more, more."
Dave was finding himself more and more turned on so he gave her exactly what she asked for. He made sure that they came together and he laid down on top of her. She grabbed the bottle of Jack and took a big swig out of it and handed it to Dave. He took it and chugged what was left. He gave her one last french kiss, and headed upstairs to bed.
The next morning, Aly brought in breakfast on a tray to Dave. She had some questions for him and needed answers. She shook him, "Dad, wake up."
He opened his eyes and realized that he had a terrible headache. "Hon, can you get me some Advil." He whispered.
"Sure dad, I made you breakfast, that should help to make you feel better also." She went out and came back with the bottle.
Dave took 4 of them and sat up. "This looks great, thank you."
"Dad, can I ask you something?" Aly started in early. She couldn't take it any longer.
"Sure honey, what?"
"What did it take for you and Trish to patch things up?" Aly asked curiously.
"Hon, we didn't. I haven't talked to her in two days, why?" Dave replied sadly.
Aly's eyes opened wide, "No reason, uh, silly question, sorry."
"No, that's not the truth. Why are you asking?" Dave asked her.
"No reason, I hope you like you're breakfast, I'm going to go and shower." Aly said jumping up.
Dave caught her arm and sat her down, "What in the world has gotten into you? Why do you think that Trish and I made up? Did she call this morning?" Dave asked.
After himming and hawing and beating around the bush until Dave finally yelled at her to tell him, she looked at him, "Because I heard something last night that I don't think I was supposed to."
"What do you mean? There was a thunderstorm, watched some tv." Dave started to list off what he did the night before when Aly interrupted him.
"Can I quote?"
"Go ahead." Dave said half rolling his eyes.
"Oh God Dave I'm coming, fuck me harder." Aly said faking an orgasm.
Dave threw his fork down with his eyes open wide. "Oh god, last night, drinking," He started to think out loud and then stopped.
"Who were you with?" Aly asked.
"Um. No one, why don't you go play with Natalie and I'll be right down."
Aly got up and left and Dave got up and started pacing. "Oh shit, what have I done?"
**Well, what did Dave do? Will he be honest or will they lie? When will Trish figure out how she truly feels? Please stay tuned and continue to read and review!**