As the party wore on I kept admiring his wifes legs and the way that the nylon contrasted with the green in her dress. When it came time to sit down a...d eat she realized that there weren't enough chairs for everybody to sit on. She then went into their other sons bedroom to get some chairs out, about 5 minutes later she came out and asked if I'd be able to assist as the chairs were on the far end of his bed and she couldn't get them easily.As I followed her into the bedroom she showed me where. The knife was perfect for this job though, as the generous hand-guard made it easy to get the necessary force behind the blade to puncture the tire. After I drove it in to the hilt, I was rewarded with a satisfying whoosh of air.On the opposite side of the car, I could hear the battle sounds of Car Door VS Screwdriver. It sounded like the screwdriver was winning handily.Wait, I should probably back up to explain where we were and how we got there.((One Hour Earlier))It was around midnight. Emma. She brought a medic pack from the medical Argo. That left Vicky standing with her rifle, watching over everything. I walked over to talk to her."How are you doing?" I asked automatically when I got up to her."Sore," Vicky stated bluntly. "This rifle kicks like a mule and it wasn't really designed to be fired from the standing position, even if I was braced against the ROPS and supporting the weapon over the frame. I probably have the mother of all bruises on my shoulder." Sorry," I said in. He'd move my butt cheeks out a little then back again. Once it felt like his hand slipped and one of his fingers poked me on my butt hole. I jumped, and Mike asked, what happened. I said something touched my butt. Spinning us around he said, like this and poked my butt hole again. I giggled and said yes. Leaving his finger on my hole he asked, does that tickle. Giggling, I said yes it does. Wiggling his finger he said, what about this. Lowering my head I said, it kinda feels good. Like reached.