"You bitch!" snarled Victor. "You won't get away with this. I'll seeyou dead!"With a roar Victor launched himself across the room, intent on killinghe....He came quickly, swinging wildly with both fists. Jayne blocked hisfirst punch, dodged his second, then clamped onto his forearm, twistedand threw the startled cop. Victor found himself flying through the airupside down, before crashing down on the bed. Before he could get up,Jayne jumped onto him. She sat astride his stomach and grabbing. So seeing her like this slightly freaked me out."Lisa, wtf? What is it?"She looks at me for what seems like an eternity and says"Your...um...." What?" I say."Mark. Your dick." she says"What?" Your Dick is in me". I heard her say it. I just couldn't comprehend it at that very moment."WHAT?"She takes a deep breath, "Mark" she says my name like how a teacher would say it if I was being naughty in class."Yes." I answer just like how a smart arse kid would."Mark, YOUR..DICK..IS..INSIDE..ME" she says. "What do you think about this? Too frumpy, right?"Walt was sprawled on top of the bed, head propped on one hand. With theother, he was casually navigating the internet on his laptop, searchingfor discount bicycle parts. He looked up from the screen. "It's perfect,baby. You look great."Marcia frowned. "You say the same thing each time." That's because it's true each time. Really, Marsh, you'd have more toworry about if you were trying to look bad. Stop over-thinking thewardrobe. She's a. “Be serious!” he yelled, and I said, “Yeah, Dyl,” to Dylan and that cracked us up again. “Start there, I guess,” Scott snapped. “So you were saying…” I said, but Dyl looked confused and that made us laugh again. “Again,” Scott looked grim. “So you’ve always been straight?” I said, and Dylan made his voice really low – even lower than usual. “Uh-huh,” he grunted. “Straight.” “Until today,” I cooed, sounding so faggy I saw Dyl’s mouth twitch again. “I’ll see what I can do about that.” We.