You are betting that you can drink 48 ounces of beer before I can drink 4 and one half ounces of Amaretto? Why would you make a dumb bet like that?" D... you want to make it official?" Karen asked me. She stared right at me with her dark brown eyes."O.K. What is the catch?" Well, first I want to lay down the rules. I get a one beer head start. When I place my glass down you can start to down your shots." That sounds unfair. You only have to drink two beers while I have to drink three shots!". " Well, if you're lucky maybe we can arrange that later," she said with awink. "But you need to know that Ivy went into your Facebook accountyesterday and tweaked your privacy settings. Apparently, you can setthem so that when someone tags you in a photo, nobody can see it untilyou approve it. Nobody's seen it but Peeper, Lisa, Ivy and me." But you were looking at it on your Facebook page." Private message from Peeper. She'd promised to send it to me. But ithasn't actually been posted to. After that she asked me to guide her to see and send mails in the computer.While doing that she opened one mail send by my friend which contains pictures of female having extraordinary boobs. She don’t know how to close the same immediately and saw me with shy. At the same time my eyes are jumped from the monitor and her boobs. She noticed that but said nothing. I asked her whether she wants to see more pictures. She said no, but her eyes shows about her wish. I said nothing wrong about seeing. I’ll even give you a free one at bedtime if you want.”She backed up, looked down, and asked, “Should I get dressed? Or should we just take care of that now? It’s only five o’clock and I’ve two more hours to work.” Then she laughed and pushed me into my bedroom saying, “I haven’t changed my sheets yet so your bed is cleaner.”Like the boys that she had dealt with, she dropped my pants and my underwear to my ankles. I pushed her back onto my bed and undressed completely. I was not going to be.