“Hi,” he said.“Looking after the kids,” Tom shrugged.Upstairs Joe found his Harlem jacket with the red threads and the shirt, pants, shoes and...tie that worked with it according to Constance’s expert sense of fashion. The silk boxers made him laugh. A deep red.Finishing his ablutions, he came out to find Joanne in her bedroom. “Zip me up,” she said. She wore a very pretty medium blue dress of a light cotton. He did, and she watched him dress, inspecting and adjusting afterwards. “Very handsome,”. Just baseball. You get me all hot and bothered about screwing a couple of hot twin girls and you give me nothing. NO FUCKING FAIR, ASSHOLE!!!!!Let me tell you about when I got to screw TWO sets of hot twins, one night at my frat house. Then maybe you can get some idea on how to write a story you shell headed freak!We were boozing it up as we usually do on Wednesday night seeing as how we can just skip our Thursday classes. Anyway, we got this huge ass keg in the living room on the coffee table.. Ginger felt her nipples getting erect, felt the cool night air on her boobs, as she walked toward the Professor and Gilligan. Then she felt a cautious touch, and found herself slightly excited. She sneaked up behind the Professor. "Really, Professor," she said in a sultry voice, "if you wanted to touch them, you could have asked."The Professor jumped, startled. "Um, I was ..., that is..., er..." He was blushing.Mary Ann came up behind Ginger, curious. "What's up?" she asked. Then she saw. His own preaching, he told her, had been labeled foul, atrocious and incomprehensible. He snorted when he finally got that word out, laughing at himself. Anne filed it away for later use, a jewel she decided, six or seven syllables.He had even rescued her once when an amorous German grenadier officer in his cups seemed about ready to rip off her gown after forcing her out on a balcony. Hart had pulled the man away, cursed him in several languages, put his hand on the hilt of his sword and then.