I think I'd just have to borrow a cock, you know. To show my appreciation." Oh, you evil minx! Borrow Warren's, okay? If he so much as looks at me kin...ly, I'll be humping him on the hearth. He can beat my drums any day of the week. Maybe if I'm nice to Adam, he'll give him to me for Christmas."The conversation went on like this all the way back to the ranch. Occasionally, there would be a word from Geoff or Robyn as I focused on the road. But when the trio started singing 'Jingle Balls' as we. As I started to follow Angie out the door Aunt Millie pulled me back. "I want to tell you I think what you did to that football boy was wonderful. Protecting your sister like that was something she'll always remember." She ruffled my hair and pushed me toward the door, then added, "Your father would have been proud of you."Angie was waiting in the front yard. "What was that all about?" Oh, nothing. She's just glad we're here."Angie smiled. "Me, too," she said and we started toward the woods to. Over twenty years ago when I was fourteen, I had a huge crush on Rick Springfield, and his image was the first I saw. Actually, it must have been some thirty images of him, plastered all over the first two pages. Black and white pictures from the newspapers, colored ones from the magazines, overlapping in a shabby-chic array, which is very tiresome to the eye. Rick Springfield wearing a red leather jacket, Rick in a black T-shirt, Rick at a concert, caught in midair, kicking his legs to one. They were nice enough to ask if I minded them swimming with me.Hell no, I thought. But, I told them I didn't mind, hop in. Both of them dropped their shorts, shirts and shoes and walked into the chilly, refreshing water. I though Inoticed a two uncommonly large bulges in their boxer shorts. It turned me on even more to know for a fact that I was having an effect on them. Being a slut turns meon, and knowing that this was working turned me on even more. We treaded water and talked for a couple.