Babe, if you want to fly up to New York for dinner at the Ritz, just say the word.”“Let’s not get crazy,” Liz said, smiling again.“Yeah, I c...uldn’t afford to treat you to the Ritz,” I said. “But I could buy you a corn dog at that shop you said you liked.”“That would be ... really nice,” Liz said as she bit her bottom lip. “Thanks for cheering me up. I was a little bummed that people might just walk away from what we built.”“Hey, my job is to keep that pretty face smiling as often as I can,” I. It did appear that I probably wouldn't have to do the scream and run tomorrow, unless the wheels really came offLaurie spent half time in her bra and panties. Now she was worried, because if the Bengals didn't win the second half by more than 21 points, she was going to show some skin to the pizza person, and her outer clothing tomorrow at lunch was going to be Stan's old underwear. I was nice to Laurie; I didn't gloat -- much.The third quarter was quiet, until ten minutes were gone. Then. .. wonderful. I gently squeezed it and Josh's hips shot up against my hand as he let out a gasp, trying to catch his breath. "Just like that Az," he whispered urgently against my hair, his hand gently coming around from my back and squeezing my left breast. I let out a gasp and gripped him tighter. "You saw what I was doing yesterday, do what I was doing," he massaged my breast as he whispered to me. I was moaning softly, I'd never felt anything like this. I didn't know what to do. Yet... I. As it was, he had in many ways filled the empty spaces left in my heart when my father died several years ago. He found the paper he was looking for and handed it to me. ‘You said you would be interested in watching a tournament, didn’t you?’ he asked. I shifted forward in my seat. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I know you aren’t a fan of them, but I thought it would be neat to watch, and to meet people from other dojos.’ ‘Well,’ he said, gesturing at the flyer in my hands, ‘there’s a tournament downtown this.