”“What is?” he asked with his eyebrows raised.“This is,” I said huskily. “I like this most of all.”“I don’t believe that,” Kathy ...nterrupted as I pulled Steve back into my mouth. “I know something you’d like even better.” I fought the urge to ask what she meant, but I needn’t have bothered because Steve did. “Getting double-teamed,” she smiled. “Having you fuck her while she blows Ron.” Despite my best efforts, I let a soft whimper escape from my lips at the thought. “See?” Kathy pointed. She shut the car off and turned to me. We just looked at each other for a while. She was 5'7''. The track captain. Sun tanned skin, brown eyes looking through designer prescription glasses. She was wearing a sports bra and track shorts. I can see the lines in her stomach, not a six pack but those sexy curves women get sometimes. She was sizing me up to. I am 6'2''. Mixed white and Mediterranean. Green eyes. Thin but athletic build. Not much to look at but I suppose I cold be worse off. She is a. When our band was being photographed, a couple of photographers asked if we had different shirts to wear for a couple of pictures.“Lynette has a regional basketball game at eleven, so we’re all wearing Medway shirts as a show of support for her and her teammates,” I replied when they asked why we were all in red Medway sweatshirts, t-shirts or polos.“But aren’t the two youngest band members from Montcalm Secondary?” the London Free Press reporter asked from behind her paper’s photographer.“Yes,. Jerome asked her a few more questions, and at a nod from me we left.Outside, Jerome glanced at his fancy wristwatch. It had more dials and doodads than any watch I'd ever seen."I think we have time for the last interview and still meet Twigs at ten-thirty," he commented."Let's do it."In the car, Jerome said, "That went well. I'll call your father and fill him in while you review the file for our last interview."He handed me a thin manila folder that I knew from experience contained various.