The other team congratulated her and them on a well-bowled playoff game. Joyce felt like she was on top of the world.The president of the league asked...for everyone to enjoy the potluck food provided, and she’d hand out the prizes afterward.Dan and Joyce sat together, the paper plate on her lap temporarily hiding her high hemline. Dan enjoyed the potato salad and cooked ham, at least those dishes were recognizable. Joyce kidded Dan by spoon-feeding him something he didn’t want to try.“Come on. "Oh, I'm sorry about the sad, but the rest sounds okay," she said sympathetically."Well, the sad is an inevitable part of clearing up your deceased parents' estate," I confessed. "They moved here four years ago while I was overseas, so I've never been here; never seen their home here. I have no idea if they had friends here or anything else." Oh, that is sad," she murmured, reaching out to pat the back of my hand where it rested on the counter."But, the house is beautiful, the lawyer who. But with the back of my fingers I gave the inside of one thigh a ‘pop’, making her crack her legs open and, wrapping my arms under her thighs and pulling her back to the edge of the bed., I had her right where I wanted her, and she knew it.Jordynn clearly showed she did not like being tossed around like an object and said “Dammit Johnathan! Would you quit pushing me around? It’s not like I’m your personal Fuck-Doll…or is that what you wanted?”“Yes you are my fuck-doll, toy, or whatever I want,. . anything like that?” I asked as I raised my arms up in confusion.“Let’s see here, I read that over the weekend ... Oh, each band must play one of their original songs, one cover song of their choosing, and they are to submit the names of their three favorite bands. The competition judges will then ask you to play a song from one of those bands’ catalog of songs.”“They’d want each band to do something like a play-by-ear performance?” Mr. Ballows incredulously asked, mirroring mine and my band.