I would come in and brew it before you push me aside to pour the first cup while I grab your creamer. You’d leave it next to the coffee machine and ...rab yourself a grapefruit.”“Do you have any?” her voice was filled with a soft humor.He shook his head, running a hand through his short brown hair, his eyes sweeping down her sports bra and shorts. Damn, she looked really good. He was pretty sure she’d taken up Pilates or something, although he’d made it a point to avoid knowing what she got up to. . You were right. He does make a good looking girl." No way," I said, as I turned around, and looked in the mirror. And, Icouldn't believe what I was seeing. It was me. Me looking like a girl.I turned back around, and looked at the girls. Mary had a very broadsmile. Kate was just staring, and this bothered me."Katie," I said. "What?" I don't know," she said."What?" From the neck up, you're a girl, from the neck down, you're my Gary.And, I don't know what I'm feeling." Do you two want to be. "Randall," she gasped, "you want to drive for a while?"Randall didn't trust himself to say anything; he merely rolled them back to what he considered their original position. The bags were a wreck and cold air was leaking past here and there, but he'd worry about that later... Right now, Darla Jean's knees were up and he was between them in what had turned out to be the sweetest spot he'd ever been, and it was time to go nuts in there... Randall started to pound, and the sensations were. The curtains moved aside, she could see his pathetic little member. He expected she would burst out laughing, but her hands just moved faster with a fury he was not familiar with. He dared to glance her in the eye, and the view shocked him. Her brow was furrowed, her mouth open in gasps or words he could not tell, her head tilted at angles. Her eyes, her eyes, all he could see in them were pleading, as if she desperately needed him. He smiled without thought, she smiled back, the smile of a.