He’d just got back to the states and wanted nothing more than to go see his parents. It wasn’t far out of my way and I drove him. We’d chatted on the way and I’d given him my address and I told him I was having a get together and there’d be girls, beer and lots of party food.
I assured him he’d have a great time and that the party started at 8pm. He liked the sound of it and said he’d be by. When 8:30 rolled around and there was no sign of Jesse, I figured he’d changed his mind. Boy was I wrong!
He arrived a few minutes later in jeans and a T-shirt that gave a glimpse of a tattoo on his biceps. He had a case of beer, some bags of chips and a huge bucket of chicken wings. We had a great time, and I got to watch Jesse hit on the girls at the party, unsuccessfully, which worked out for me.
