”“Would you please relax? I for one think we’ve all earned a sip or two of this.”She retrieved an ice-cold bottle of vodka from the freezer. �...�How about you, Michael? You look like you need a drink as badly as I do.”Bad idea, I told myself. Don’t get drunk, not when your girlfriend’s on the other side of the country and the only thing standing between you and the two hottest women on earth is a pair of boxer-briefs. DO NOT DRINK.Before I could answer, Tami thrust a coffee mug into my hands,. “What?”“I liked it. I loved it. I found out that I really like to fuck, and I really, really like fucking you. And I found out that my husband likes it when I fuck you.”“I see,” Jason said.“And, I think you really like fucking me, too.” Shayla took another sip from her beer.“So what we have here,” she went on, “is a three-way win. You like it, I like it, and he likes it. So, why not?”“Well,” Jason said, “What about your relationship with him?” He waved his bottle toward Kevin.“It’s fine. We. "Baby, we have waited way too long to get with you. Now, I mean, it would be nice if you just went along with us. But if you're determined to do this the hard way--" "Stop," Mia says forcefully, backing away from Rob and toward the bed again, unaware that Lisann has removed her sweater and brown wraparound, dropping them off of her and to the floor. "Rob, Lisann--we're supposed to be friends!" Rob shakes his head as he advances toward Mia. "Friendship time was earlier. Now, it's time for daddy. I'm going to eat it anyway, so why buy it one pork chop at a time?Besides the candy, I'd picked up a pumpkin at WalMart. They had a big bin of them and they were a lot cheaper than I'd seen anywhere else. Of course, cheap is a relative term. They were probably about a tenth of the price when I was growing up. Then, I grew up a long time ago.I took a kitchen chair outside, put some cardboard on it and a bucket next to it, sat on the steps and carved the pumpkin. I know you can roast the pumpkin.