Jed put everyone into position and shouted into the camp, "THIS IS THE TEXAS RANGERS! YOU MEN ARE UNDER ARREST FOR RUSTLING! SURRENDER NOW AND NOBODY ...ILL BE HURT!" Of course, all of the rustlers knew that they would be hanged for rustling if they were taken in, so there was no real likelihood that anyone would surrender.Several of the men in the camp started shooting their pistols as soon as Jed finished speaking. None of the posse was hit in that first volley, and the posse returned the fire. He nodded along with the beat as if it was familiar. "What is it geezers say about us failures? I'm the product of a misspent youth." Get out of here. You're no failure. And gymnastics is not mis-spent." Oh yeah? And what are you left with when it's over?" Medals?" Can't eat medals."I had to admit he had a point. Where do worn out athletes go? Especially the ones from sports like gymnastics or water polo? Or diving, for that matter? At least figure skaters have some thriving tours. For the rest. And what a body! The face of a nymphet, pale skin without blemish, and the supremely erotic Finnish Combo: Long, straight, jet-black hair, but also Arctic-blue eyes. Soft, unpainted lips, budding, small breasts, nipples nonetheless erect, an acknowledgement of what was about to be done to her, the barest of peach fuzz surrounding her shorty-to-be-violated innocence, and long, smooth legs that would make any man drool.I started by laying next to her, face-to-face, and kissing her lusciously-wet. I don’t think you obeyed me quickly enough to earn it. Now go downstairs.”Hanging her head, she started to walk away. Ravi was standing at the doorway to the basement steps awaiting her.“Ravi,” I said, “I’d like to propose another experiment for you.”“You would? Really?” he asked.“Yup, over the next few days, I’d like you to figure out the least amount of lube needed for you to fuck Gina’s ass.”“Ricky! Are you being serious!” exclaimed Ravi.“Just do it, Ravi.”Again that pensive look on his.