“Hi. I was just going to make a sandwich for lunch.”Phoebe smiled at the guest. “Sure thing, no problem. I was just tidying up the pantry. What ...an I get for you?”“No, no, that’s all right, I can take care of it.”“No, really, let me,” she insisted. “I was just about to make something myself. What would you like?” Phoebe opened the refrigerator and peered inside. “Cold cuts?”John shrugged and acquiesced. “Fine by me.”“Ham and cheese on rye alright?” asked the cook. John gave an easy nod, and she. " Sam replied just as Carly opened the door."Sam, Freddie, what are you guys doing here?" She asked."We came to see your game, k*ddo." Sam said, barging in. "Where's the shower?"Carly looked at Freddie. "We had a long trip." He told her.* * *Later that evening, Sam and Freddie were in attendance as Xavier went against USC. Despite a career high 42 points and 12 assists from Carly, USC lost a tough and gritty game 88-85. It put an end to what had been a surprising season for the Lady Trojans who. Devin was watching tv sprawled out on the couch, but he perked up when he saw me wraped in only that towel. "Uh, your clothes aren't ready yet." "Do you have something I could wear until then." "y-yeah yeah." I couldn't help but smile when he ran up the stairs muttering "oh my god! oh my god! oh my god!" He came back a few mintes later holding a large tshirt that would come down to my knees. I took the shirt and hugged him. "Thanks babe." I smiled at the thought of what I must have been doing. “Nice try there, wasn't likely you were gonna' deepthroat it though?” “Shame, I like deepthroating,” she retorted frankly. I sensed the chance to venture a cheeky gambit that served me well recently (see previous Lush story: A DJ's Deepthroat Dare). “I wouldn't know, like that cock there, people can't usually deepthroat me.” She saw through the puppy-dog eyes instantly. She knew this was a cheeky venture. “Yeah right, bullshit”, she challenged me. “No I'm serious.” “Fine, lets see then!”.