"That's where I grew up, Frederick Town," I told her."Was you in that fight at Trenton, back a while?" she asked, tickling her way through my belly ha...r."Um hm," I said, "that's where I got this scar on my neck and lost a finger." I showed her the stump."Cost old Matthew two toes," she said, kissing my damaged hand. "Froze 'em right off. They threw him out of the army." Lucky man," I said truthfully."I guess so. When's this war goin' to end?" When the King's men figure out we ain't gonna quit. "This Bozo barely speaks Japanese!"With this new information firmly in place, key cleared her throat and straitened."ME..." She then told him, nodding while pointing to herself."VERY ... HUNGERY..." She continued slowly, indicating her mouth, making a grotesque pantomime of chewing."YOU..." Kiyone then pointed to him. "GO ... FUCK ... SELF ... CHOP! CHOP!!"She finished her little soliloquy by curtly waving hands, palms down, several times rapidly the general direction of the open doorway behind. “I discovered that we don’t hold hands enough. We parked in Winslow about noon and walked all over. I mean miles. And do you know that the whole time we held hands?”“How sweet!” Lissa grabbed my hand with one of hers and we each took Melody by a hand. We kissed each other’s fingers.“We walked into a little restaurant holding hands,” Melody continued. “Along the waterfront we held hands. We had to help each other hold the books we wanted to look at in the bookstore because we wouldn’t let go of. “Don’t look at them. Look at me. Look at me and tell me you love me,” Michelle said. Her fingers came into contact with the base of his cock and she smiled when she heard him gasp at the sensation. “Your friend is right. I’m a slut and, right now, I could be pregnant with his baby. But even knowing those things, you still love me and want me. So, say it. Say that you love me.”The raven haired Chinese cheerleader knew she was driving the young black man wild with the way she continually hunched.