"It's not my name, but everybody calls me 'Mabel.' I like it." OK... Mabel." Mabel, Mabel, get off the table -- that quarter's for beer!" she said.Wha...? What was she talking about? I didn't say anything."That's just something people used to say," she explained. "It's like a joke -- see? That's the kind of name 'Mabel' is -- a barmaid's name! That's why I like it! Never mind about my given name. Never liked it. Just call me Mabel!" Yes, ma'am." Jesus, you're so damned polite! Can't you just talk. Okay?"I nodded yes."Go to bed, Phil. Sleep good and dream of me."I nodded again and went to my bedroom, but sleep didn't come easy. Holly was getting to me. I finally fell asleep and woke about midnight to go to the bathroom. When I went back to bed I could see under the bedroom door that the lights were on in the living room. Holly was still awake.This time I fell into a hard sleep for the rest of the night.I woke up Thursday morning feeling great. I made coffee and had just finished the paper. " Watchingthem dance to the rhythm of the bouncy rock song was nearlyimpossible. I had to fight the urge to grab at the lump in mypants and start massaging it over and over and over. Theyweren't exactly touching each other, but they were fast dancingon a crowded floor very close to each other and there were many,many excuses for them to bump and rub their bodies together. Trina also has this way of dancing "shing-a-ling" style thatmakes her huge breasts bob violently up and down and makes. Under her wings, was the close combat badge. She was awarded that when she was marooned on an asteroid with a platoon of marines. She had fought beside them when they were attacked by a pirate crew trying to finish them off. There had been only four survivors, none of them pirates.I had always, from the first time I saw her, been overwhelmed by April. She is a strikingly beautiful woman with classical NorInd facial structure.“Ladies and Gentlemen,” I started, “I expect to get acquainted with.