“Could you, uh, maybe pick a different tune?”Though she didn’t look away from his sensitive areas, she grinned as she offered a few alternatives... “‘Mack the Knife?’ Or maybe you’d prefer selections from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre soundtrack?”Oh god, oh god, oh god... When she was finished, front and back, he showered, rinsed, and inspected her work. It was a far cleaner job than he could ever have managed on his own, and he wondered if he could get away with asking her to do it again. She, in. He said, "You should never hit people in the head unless you are holding something in your hand. Hands are meant to hold things, not hit with. You have a badly bruised knuckle, but nothing is broken. He gave me some medicine for the pain and swelling, aspirin, I think, and charged me three dollars.I let Mr. Bad Manners buy me a good supper, and then left town.Fireball and I made a fast trip back to Wildcat Branch. And I was met by smiling faces and hugs. I passed out the presents, and got. " Doug announced. Bob nodded his head in silent agreement. We all watched silent anticipation.Greg noticed the change first. He had been watching the junction of the men's bodies. As he pointed it out I could see that it was slowly creeping down toward the hip.Jean and Sheila arrived just then. We silently called them over to watch. Bob and Doug had been hugging each other in order to get close enough for the chain to fit around their necks. As the separation point marched down their bodies the. I nodded immediately. She seemed to have something on her mind judging by her face. We drove our vehicles to her flat, which was not a very upscale one but a decent society. She stayed on the topmost floor, and we took a lift.Again as we were standing close in the lift, I couldn’t stop inhaling her body aroma mixed with her scent. I think she must have heard the sniff in the silence. I felt embarrassed as she smiled and looked down. We entered inside. It was still raining heavily outside.She.