She'd haunted him, harassed him, belittled him and abused him for as long as he could remember."You think my arms grew while you was lollygagging toda...? Bring me the damn bag, boy, now!" Her chin wobbled when she yelled and her arm came up as if she would strike him. He hurried and dropped the bag into her hand, managing to get away before she could hit him."I wasn't lollygagging, Grandma," he said as he watched her tear open the bag and sink her too big, too white false teeth into the first. Kylie wrapped her fingers around the remote and took it down between her legs. She shifted herself slightly to open herself up, but not too much. She just wanted the tip, something to feel on her clit without worrying about killing the remote. Taking her hand away she paused to pass the remote from her other hand and into it. Then she used her now empty hand to raise the paunch of her stomach slightly. She hissed and let out a coo as she probed the upper region of her vagina, finding her. Tina and her ex-husband automatically looked in the direction the young man was pointing. Ron and Tina had responded exactly as Tommy hoped he would. While their attention was focused on the approaching police car, he swept his leg around in a wide circle, taking the drunk’s legs out from under him. When the drunk hit the sidewalk, he leaned over and quickly landed a single powerful thrust punch to the man’s solar plexus and heard his breath gush from him with a loud ‘Whoof!’ Tina never saw a. " The Skipper's voice trailed off as he turned to look at what the Professor was staring at - Ginger walking toward them still without a stitch of clothing on. Not even so much as a palm leaf.The Skipper stood frozen like a statue, transfixed by the erotic vision before him. He realized that his imagination's mental undressing had not done Ginger's body any justice. Especially the all over tan. Where the hell had she been able to do that, Skipper wondered.A part of Skipper's brain urged him to.