Something. Whatever they fucking call it when they can’t finish the game properly,” Karen rambled as Marcy giggled at her silliness. “Shut up!�... she chided her friend.“Rematch! Rematch! I demand a rematch!” Karen announced, loud enough for the whole county to hear.“Bring it, sister!” Marcy playfully trash talked her.“Oh, I will,” Karen replied with equal facetiousness.“Alright!” Bert cheered with enthusiasm as the dual dance/striptease resumed. The boys helped get the girls started by giving. It was interesting that almost every cave had a small stream of water issuing from its mouth, so they were crossing a lot of small streams as they traveled. Henry wondered where all of that water was coming from.There were plenty of dragon flies around, and they seemed to be coming from the top of the cliff. With all of the water they observed and all of the dragon flies they had to contend with, they had to assume that there was a large body of water at the top of the cliff, but they did not. Damn Cord! He never gave you a chance to say anything, to agree or disagree. He just commanded, and you were supposed to jump... Well, what the hell? Roger thought suddenly. That was how the man had gotten where he was today, wasn't it? That was how he was able to score so easily and so proficiently with the women, wasn't it? Involuntarily, Roger found himself thinking about Cord's words concerning Millie, the Pig and Whistle waitress. He wondered what it would be like to have a woman's soft. "Are you decent?" he asked."I'm in the bath but I can't reach my back. Can you scrub it for me," she replied."Sylvia, you just had a bath, didn't you?" Yeah, but I want another one. So could you scrub my back or not?" Sylvia said.Ryan gulped and opened the door and told himself not to get aroused again by his sister in the bathtub. He walked over and crouched down behind her and took the sponge she gave him and started scrubbing her smooth skin with it. "Ooh, that feels good," she said.That.