“Well, now I know what happened to Mike’s boxers, don’t I?” she grinned teasingly. Cassie laughed, relieved that her sister wasn’t angry at ...er, but then realized just how much clothing she had on. She jumped up quickly, her face maroon with embarrassment, and started to run for the closet. But Becca caught her arm quickly and pulled her back onto the bed. “Just where do you think you’re going, my little nympho?” Becca grabbed Cassie by the shoulders and shoved her still naked, 11. . you know ... never ... I only read about it...” she said, speaking low and soft, quiet like, as if not wanting to disturb anyone with her words.Hearing him compliment her, she felt good, true, but she was already feeling good from that odd sensation of service or ‘something’. She could not quite put the feeling into words, but she felt more content, and more at peace in the moment, even Zenlike, than she could remember feeling in quite some time.Kimber sent a shiver up his spine as he watched. In fact, it can be about as difficult as learning how to surf.If you’re not careful, a strong wave can pick the surfboard up and slam you in the face with it.However, I’ll share with you my one technique that makes storytelling EASY.This technique takes all of the guesswork out of storytellingThis technique takes all of the pressure off of you.This technique makes your storytelling FOOL-PROOF.And that is, write out your story AHEAD OF TIME and MEMORIZE it. Practice it out loud four or five. I knew that I wasn’t the same at all. I was wearing the tiny red bikini under the moderately tight jeans and baggy sweat shirt, which had the sleeves chopped off, so it was super comfortable… ‘Well, let’s get this show on the road,’ Marty said, smiling at me. ‘Dad, I want you to know this is probably the dumbest thing you have ever done.’ ‘It’s not too late, Ted, I can send Max home with the truck. You and I can make this trip.’ Marty knew it was a waste of time, but he was obviously determined.