“Where is your backpack tonight?”“No homework tonight, but I have a movie,” John explained.“So you’re going upstairs to watch a movie with...Sharon tonight?”John showed Paula the DVD case, “I was hoping we could all watch the movie together. It’s a chick flick.”Very surprised but delighted, “That sounds great. Go up and hurry Sharon along, and I will make the popcorn.”Once the popcorn was made, John, Sharon and Paula sat on the couch. Sharon started the movie. The movie turned out to be more of a. "You naughty girl," he said."I am a very naughty girl," I admitted. "But you tasted delicious and Icouldn't stop myself," I told him with a smile, running my hand overhis chest and admiring his lovely eyes again."I think you deserve a treat for that," he said, kissing my cheek."What kind of treat," I asked, hardly daring to anticipate."The very best kind I can give," he said, taking my hand and standingup.He was leading me to the bed. My heart began to gallop. Could this beit, the thing I'd. Wow, I thought, much like Jason Biggs’ character from American Pie ... I’m being used for sex. I’m being fucking used for my man juice! Oh, wait, that last line was from Saving Silverman, but you get the idea. Different Jason Biggs movie, I believe. I was all for being ridden like a stallion, that much was true. A man can take charge, sure, but there are moments in many a man’s life when he doesn’t mind letting some redheaded cowgirl ride him like a bronco into a rodeo. This was definitely one. "Hey, you want to play in our game, dude?" a male voice from behind herasked as she let go and jumped to the ground. She turned around and saw three guys who would have dwarfed her before butnow seemed relatively small. "Whoa, are you a girl?" one of them asked when they got a better look ather. "Yeah, I'm Gina," she said, as she leaned over to shake that one's hand. "Damn, Gina, you got some mitts on you," he said, still appraising her."Some guns, too. I'm Dwight, this is Marshall, and that's.