”“So, where are they?” I naturally wondered.“Pinned down to a smaller bit of real estate, I believe. Our counterattack broke them, since they ...ad no more heavy artillery and their ranks were thinned out a bit. They’re down to their last grenades, mortars, RPGs, that sort of thing. Machine gun nests. Sandbags. They can still fight back, but they’ve been driven inward on all fronts. Plus, of course, you can always see them coming. They’re fucking predictable,” Aaron remarked as he showed his face. ”“I wouldn’t have done that if she was my girlfriend.”“That’s what I thought, which is why I offered you cookies!”“They were really good!”“I’m glad you liked them. And the kisses?”“Those, too!”The album side ended. I got up to change it, but Kristin stopped me.“Sing something to me!” she begged.I nodded and got up and went into my room to get my guitar and folders of sheet music. I handed them to her to pick a song. She paged through them and pulled out a song.“I didn’t see Don’t You Want Me,”. I quit five years ago, but only really managed because I started smoking a pipe.” “Then I guess you haven't exactly quit, have you?” “Not entirely. I allow myself to smoke a pipe on Sunday, but only for twenty minutes or so. I could never actually quit, until I decided to give this a shot, and it's worked so far. Kind of tames the beast, you know?” “I'm surprised that works for you! I don't think most people could handle that.” “Everyone has their own trick. Some keep a full pack unopened. One of the other more experienced girls stepped up and told her, ‘You grab it and I’ll put this over its head.’ Chewwanda was aware by this time that this wasn’t going to be an easy fit. One of her friends had suggested she’d better lube up, so she was doing her best to squeeze a whole tube of K Y into her crack. With Spananda now properly greased, I kneeled down between her ebony legs, ‘One last chance bitch, you sure you wanna do this?’ I asked. She bit down on her lower lip and nodded.