Probably not, after last night’s booze and maybe a babe in the spare room. He had been snoring one of those ‘dead-until-noon’, sleep it off, lo...-sawing sounds when she had left the bedroom. Well, there was always her trusty dildo. She had another hit of reefer and felt really mellow. “I wish that fresh freshman was around this morning.” She said out loud. “Maybe he was a sophisticated sophomore who could sock it to me.” she mused. “Or an ‘up-her-classman’ who would put it up me, with a. Fight him? I wasn't stupid. This guy outweighed me and had the muscles to turn me into minced meat. As my mind raced through my options he grabbed my arms and rubbed each one up and down the length. He massaged my shoulders and forced me down to a laying position on my stomach.He worked his way down my back and then started on my legs. "You are one smooth guy Tony. I have never seen a dark haired guy with absolutely no hair on his body. Your legs are really smooth like a little girl." I could. He opened iMovie and began the recording, making sure Anton’s was the only face in the recorded image.When he was ready, he asked, “Is it okay if we ask you some questions as you tell us your story, just to clarify things if we need to?”“Is okay.”Ken double-checked that the recording was underway and nodded for Anton to begin.He took another sip of his coffee. “I think you believe I kill the man and the woman, but I did not.” He stopped, shook his head and began again, “No, wait, I start before. We talked about anything and everything that came to mind while we ate, we talked about personal stuff, movies, music, the cabin, hiking, etc. I found out dad was a boxer, mom is a dancer (ballet, not exotic), Jim can speak 3 different languages, Marie can sing, and Stephanie does gymnastics (oh yeah), I’m pretty sure she said that for my enjoyment. As a demonstration she twisted her leg so it sat right in my crotch, id be lying if I said I didn’t get turned on by her abilities, but I.