I offered her some steak and eggs and she bantered back, With or without a shot of whiskey? Then she laughed. She had an almost musical laugh. If I we...ent basically doing therapy with her, I would definitely be trying to do her. Well, maybe when we have other things sorted out, we might sort that out, too, but I had promised to help her and taking her to bed at this point wouldnt be helping her. After lunch I suggested that we sit out on the back deck. Again, if I wasnt trying to keep my. .........................................................."That'll be them now!" Chrissy stated in excitement, "go and answer the door then! Like the good slave you are."I replied, "Ms I've not got any clothes on-" What did I say about interupting me?! Don't! Now go and answer it as you are," she smiled in anticipation of the day ahead, "they'll like that."Obediently, I made my way down to the door and, with nothing but a nervous smile on my face, I opened the door. There they all stood. You don’t remember him?”“Not at all. Was he ever at the house?”“Once. Not for long though.”“Gotcha. I guess he didn’t leave that much of an impression. Seems like a loser anyway.”“A big loser. Trust me. He’s nowhere near as cool as you.”“Obvi.”“Dad…”“What?“No one says that anymore!”I playfully punched Randy on the shoulder. He was so lame, but he’s a cutie so he gets a pass.“Well, you just said I’m cool so I’m gonna keep saying it. Okay?”“Whatever. Let's go get our seat.”We started toward our. And what thighs they were! The girls ofthe Bobcat squad had well-deserved reputations as having the finestlegs in the league. As they went through their routines, their handsclapping, hips swaying and bucking, their smooth muscled legs pushingoff from the floorboards, the girl's athletic sneakers squeaked with analmost musical rhythm.The acknowledged captain of the team was senior Nikki Sellers. Amongthe tallest of the squad, Nikki was tan and muscled, a bronze goddesswith a dancers grace. Her.