And my service badges." Right. From the war against infection and the battle for soap." You ... you ... you!" And we both started laughing.I fished in...my pocket and came up with a small box. "You know, tomorrow's the 14th." She nodded. "St. Valentine's Day. This is for my speacial Valentine." I gave her the box. She opened it and gasped. It was a small gold heart on a chain with a tiny opal in the middle of the heart."Put it on me."I did. The opal didn't quite match the one on her ring, but I. Now I want all of you to shut up and kneel!" the first Brunette ordering them.The five boys did not want to be humiliated like this. To be degraded like this."No!! You can't make us!! That's not right! That's not fair!" Charles crying out to all three girls defiantly.Charles was the gang leader. His friends were more than just friends. They were his best friends. They were the closest thing he had to having brothers. Since it was his idea that they should come up here, it was only right that he. Bucking his hips forward into her face, he emptied gush after gush of his passion juice onto her still-swirling tongue. His warm, sweet, slight-salty ooze glided down her parched throat, which had thirsted to be quenched by the kind of juice that only Brad could serve to her, and which he was indeed pumping into her in full volume right now. By now, Jane had forgotten all about her computer, and her first break in her search for arms merchant W. Similarly, Brad had forgotten about the. When we got to our second cups of coffee, I had to ask."OK, what is it, you guys?"Tom, the ringleader as usual, answered."Last night, Dad? Mom?"I saw Emily blush and instantly I knew what Tom was talking about. I grinned."And?"Tom looked at Rob. Rob looked at Debra."Pretty hot, Dad," said Rob."Yeah, hot, Mom," added Tom. Debra grinned.Emily and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. Tears covered Emily's face."You know—"I couldn't keep going, even as I tried to stifle my laughter. Emily.