She scowls playfully and punches me in the stomach. I make to kiss her again, but she ducks out of my embrace.Roxy's eyes glitter up at me mischievous...y. "No, you were right before. It's your turn, now." Her hands slide down my chest and stomach, then over my pants, kneading the hard rod contained by denim. She slaps my hands away from helping her unbutton them. The zipper opens haltingly, fighting against the strained material. I raise my hips obligingly and she pulls down my pants and boxers. Frowning Fred told them that he and Daphne hadn't found anything. Noticingthe fresh lipstick on Fred's collar, Shaggy and Velma suspected that theyhadn't been looking very hard either.Hearing a soft, "Ahem," they all turned to see Mr. Scrudge standing in thedoorway. "I see that you've met a few of the ghosts," he said with aknowing smile."Well I haven't," Fred said suspiciously, with Daphne nodding agreement."As far as I'm concerned, it's probably just a hoax to scare us away."Mr. Scrudge. Although not a pistol marksman he has had some weapons practise and is accurate enough to give them both chest modifications while dodging more fire from the gang leader.Ernie isn’t avoiding the gang leader because Ernie is simply taking out the bad guys when he tracks on to them while drawing the weapon around as he moves to dodge return fire. Next in line is the guy hiding behind the door. He’s still watching his mate on the floor, so he takes three rounds in the side of the chest without. "Hold that thought," she teased back suggestively. "Val's bringing over dinner this evening, perhaps afterwards," she said putting me off, and disappointing me slightly on the one hand, but at least indicating we might indeed spend what precious little time we still had together after that.It was one of the few times I wasn't looking forward to Valerie's visit, and hoped it would be a short one.We had just finished eating some Chinese takeout as well as consuming several glasses of wine. We'd.