?" Yeah. Relax. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be party time soon. I'm gonna call the Braxton brothers. They said they wanted to say hi to you anyway,...and I think this is just the right time." The Braxtons?" Kyle asked. "They hardly know me. In fact, the last time I saw them, they were trying to beat the crap out of me." All is forgiven, my friend," Sammy reassured. "Besides, I think they're gonna be more interested in our little friend here than you." Okay, uh ... uh ... Sammy, about that.. I didn't have to be a tracker to follow it. The gouge in the snow would lead me along.Just when I thought I had it made, when I thought it would simply lead me to my family, Murphy decided to show up. You know, Murphy's Law...The cloud stopped and then started moving again, right at me. I wasn't exactly camouflaged against the snow, so I was just as easy to see as the cloud, but I had something it didn't: speed.Ready for the fight that was about to ensue, I watched as the cloud's approach. They joined me and we clinked our glasses together. I was famished, though, and the cheese and crackers hit the spot. As I nourished myself the girls were busy invading my trousers for a little hors d'oeuvres of their own. Megan undid my belt while Lucy unhooked the clasp and pulled down on the zipper. Once my slacks were opened they each took a leg and pulled them down, taking off my shoes before completely removing my trousers. I tried to remain focused on my immediate task, eating the cheese. She was barefoot and smiling. Her grunge look was a stark contrast to the puritanical sun dress look of only moments before. I took several dozen photos. “You know,” I remarked to Jill, “you have an outstanding body.” Jill seemed to like my compliment. “Do you have a swim suit?” I asked. “Of course,” Jill replied, darting back into her house. I sat down in the same patio chair and few minutes later, Jill sauntered out on to the patio, wearing the skimpiest of swim suits one could imagine. The.