Her parents were in and out of the house. She took me into her room and latched the door. I lay in front of it, and she changed into a skirt and got o...t a book from a drawer. She was ignoring me, like she sometimes did in her room. Then I smelled that different smell. Her hand was under her skirt and her other hand held the book. This was too much to ignore. I followed my nose."Wiggles, no!" she whispered.I sniffed once. She used her hand to push away my nose and I licked it. It tasted. He entered the office, gesturing dramatically at nothing inparticular. "Look at what you've done to my father's city! To MY city!It's practically in ruins!"Immediately Scar's smirk disappeared, replaced by a deep scowl."This city is MINE, boy," he growled. "Mufasa is dead... and have youforgotten WHO, exactly, is responsible for that?"Simba paused, and for a moment his fury faltered.A gunshot rang out.Burning pain filled Simba's body and he dropped to the ground. Frombehind the door a cold. .. maybe they are? I dunno; my brother has a lot of friends. If they are and they do anything like last time, just get me, and I’ll get Zeke to deal with it. He’s cool,” Martin assured her.“Okay. Thanks, Marty,” my sister said with a touch of relief in her voice.“No worries, and if you do get nervous or something, you can always come to me, and I’ll hold you,” Martin said, leering at her with a smirk and a wink.“Pigs, Hell, last man thing, and my hair probably needs washing...” my sister. It took about five seconds for Vince to understand and he blushed. Vince’s team scored the first touchdown. They kissed with Abby saying, “These kisses are a down payment for later. The other is to make you think about later.”She gave his penis a squeeze and pull; Vince smiled.“I do so hope my team wins.”The game was good and Vince’s college won by four points.The Amaretto spiked hot chocolate and a few beers had each of them feeling nice as they walked back to his room, arms around each.