Now your shoulders. "I love my girly shoulders." Notice how smooth theyare beneath your hands. Stroke slowly. Very slowly. "I love my girlyshoulders."...Each time you repeat, your feelings about your body becomemore positive, your thoughts more light and free.Touch your back as much as you can. The upper back. "I love my girlyback." And the lower back. "I love my girly back." Use your palm whereyou can. And use the back of your hand in other places. Notice how eachfeels different, but all the. My parents woulda killed me too!"Uh, gee, Mom ... Dad ... I met a blue chick and we're gonna get married."Duh! That wasn't gonna go too far. I'd probably get my ass grounded for a week and it was bad enough I couldn't even get a car until I got a job. If I got married? Oh man! I'd really need a job then and there wasn't any way I was gonna flip burgers my whole life. I don't care how hot the girl is.I suppose I coulda knocked her up though. I mean, I did cum inside her and everything, but that. Jessica was so hot, she was humping his groin, pushing her breast against his hand, and trying to shove her tongue down his throat. She grabbed his head and bent it so her lips were near his ear, whispering, "...got to fuck you tonight! ...need your big black cock!" "How 'bout Jim?" Marcus asked. "Don't worry! He won't have the balls to stop me!"Jim was back at the bar, when Jessica pulled Marcus by his hand back to her stool. As she sat down, she let the dress on her left side fall off her leg. At least no big hits in the back happened but there were a couple guys who got clobbered carrying the puck with their head down.Personally, I stayed away from trying to put a big hit on a teammate as I would save that for the game on Saturday. I liked the battles on the board and hit a couple of guys as they carried the puck in but nothing more than that was necessary in my opinion. I did crank a couple of good shots at the net, one finding its way past the goalie through a maze of people in.