Ranch on the salads. Iced tea for me and water for the boy." She wassmiling playfully when she referred to me as "the boy," but Tonya giggled,and I ...lushed.My blush deepened as Tonya turned her attention to me and asked withanother giggle, "Is that right, boy?" It sure is," I answered with a smile."Nice to see you, Ken," Tonya added, reducing any sting with a friendlysmile, and I briefly met her dancing eyes. My eyes followed her as sheperkily moved towards the kitchen, and Marla archly. Some simply aren't interested and leave it at that. But others take a highly negative and critical view of those who do. I'm not sure how or why this attitude came about but I suspect it is due to a view of fisting as inherently linked with an image of big hairy men in leather who swear, curse and spit at each other. Hands are rammed in arses in scenes that are almost bordering on psychotic. I've been fisted many times and none of my experiences fit with those I've seen on screen. This is my. Well, that was too long to sit in one place, so we scheduled several stops so that we could walk around and keep our muscles from cramping. Also, we were going to stop whenever we came to something interesting.We lucked out and came to something interesting after about 12 hours of travel. Sharon was working point, and she suddenly screamed out a mental command, "HALT!" We all hit the brakes hard and waited for Sharon to fill us in on the reason for the stop. Her next mental contact was, "Oops!. "You see anything you liked?" One place not so much," Melissa's face brightened, "but there was this really cute one bedroom down by Lake Calhoun that I fell in love with. The landlord was really nice too. He said he had to do a credit check and call my references, but that won't be a problem. I think he's going to offer it to me." That's great!" Sharon stepped into the living room and picked up the 'Strib' from the coffee table. "You done with the paper?" Yeah."Sharon balled up the pages of.