He worked up her legs to her abdomen, skipped her upper chest and glazed her neck and lightly daubed her face. Boyd leaned back. Fortuna giggled and s...id, ‘You missed the most important place!’ She grabbed his wrists and used his palms like spatulas to frost her boobs. The others tittered at the joke. As a good hostess should, Fabianna rescued Boyd again. She wiped the excess orange lotion from his hands and moved him to Felicia. Felicia’s preference was a lime scented concoction. Boyd. I was just about to go and take care of myself when the phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, I saw it was 217. “Front desk, Jack speaking,” I said as I answered the phone. “Hi, Jack. I was wondering if you would be able to come take a look at my shower?” she asked me. “There seems to be something wrong with the water pressure.” “Sure I will be right up,” I told her. “Thanks, just come on in when you get here,” she replied, hanging up the phone. Just hearing her voice had given me a full. We batted it back and forth for a few days without reaching much of a conclusion so they sent a couple of their brown-shirted and heavy-booted 'representatives' around to pay me a visit. Well, after a completely unjustifiable trampling of my hyacinths and the crystal clear implication that they were going to go all Kristallnacht on my greenhouse, I reached the conclusion that it might be in everyone's best interest if I answered one of the dreary letters currently lying in a heap on my. "First kiss as a girl?" grinned Bruce."First voluntary one," smiled Claire, feeling a giddy mixture ofexcitement and trepidation. The part of her that was still Clark Kentwas confused and worried by her reaction, but she consciously decidedto ignore it, for now."'Voluntary'?" said Bruce, raising an eyebrow."Look, we both have school tomorrow," said Claire, "so I'll tell youall about Super-Bully while I fly you home." *Chapter 4: Boyfriends."OK, spill!" said Lana.