Yes, you do.

“I’ll call,” you tell her. A bright smile immediately spreads across her face.

“Go ahead. The phone’s in there,” she responds, gesturing.

“I’ll be waiting.” She stays in the living room while you go into the adjoining room. You call home and Brittney answers once again.

“Hi Britt,” you say and she returns the greeting.

“I’m not going to be home tonight after all,” you explain to her.

“Why? Is something wrong?” She asks curiously with some concern.

“No,” you quickly answer. As you try to think of more to say, you glance over, and see Marcia rubbing herself in the entryway. It’s quite an erotic sight.

“I’m staying here because I’m randy,” you accidentally slip out.

“What?” She asks with a confused tone. “I said I’m staying here at Randy’s,” you correct yourself.

“Okay. I’ll tell Mom,” she replies.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I just hope everything’s okay.”

You respond, “Trust me; When you see me tomorrow, I may feel better than I ever have.” You both say your goodbyes and hang up. You join Marcia in the next room.

“There. I’m done,” you tell her. “I hope not,” she playfully answers. “I’m just getting started.”