”Amy took a gulp from her drink glass and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. That was pure Amy. “No-napkin-Amy,” I had once nicknam...d her.“Well,” Amy replied, “I had a crush on you as well, and just used the guys to try and deal with my insecurities.”“Don’t bull shit the bull-shitter-in-chief,” I argued back.“No, really,” Amy replied. “I was a bitch to you on so many fronts.”“Well,” I replied, “You can make up for it tonight.”Amy laughed.“Don’t tempt me,” she replied, slipping her. I got a soda and squeezed back by her,but this time very slowly and deliberately,lingering at the spot where my dick was poised at the space between her ass cheeks. I gave her a couple of thrusts just to be playful and was surprised when looked back and smiled sexily. Her smile turned me on and gave me an idea. I put the soda on the counter and grabbed her hips and began to grind against her slowly and she ground back against me, making my dick completely stiff . Leaning close to her ear I told. And it was easy, too. She was the best superhero ever.Maybe that could be her theme. She could outwit criminals with herawesome super-intellect. She could be like the Riddler, only good andwithout the stupid riddles. Or the Shadow. She couldn't rememberexactly what he did, but she thought it had to do with being smarterthan people. Either that or fog. She remembered there being somethingabout fog."Go me! Go me! I'm awesome! I'm awesome!" said Max as she continuedwith her exuberance. She stopped. The only possible redemption would be if he agreed to convert, but even then...”“Fortunately, my family, and my church, are both cool with converts and we have quite a few ‘married-ins’ like my dad. But he fits right in with all the other pasty white folks at church! Well, we do have a couple of black families at Saint Michael along with the family from India. I really wish our bishops would get their staffs out, and form a true American church.”“The Greeks will be OK with that if they’re in.