You're here to ser-vice me! You're here to ser-vice me!"He could hardly hear his own voice over the sound of the guitar, but that didn't matter. He he...rd it in his mind and he liked it. He envisioned that phrase as a repetitive lyric, sung primarily by the back-up singers — himself, Bill, Coop, and Darren. Jake would sing other lyrics in between the repetitions. Other lyrics... other lyrics... like... "I want you down on your knees," Matt sang, imagining Jake's voice and then imagining his own. " If I thought you'd tried anything with her Frank, we wouldn't be out here just talking. I believe you when you say she asked you, but I'm asking you, as her brother, not to give her anymore rides in your car without first getting permission from my parents. Can you do that Frank?" I can do it Jackie, and I will do it, too. I don't need any of your threats though, yours or your old man's." My old man isn't here, Frank, it's only you and me. I wasn't threatening you either, just saying that I. ’ Mariah leaned into Grant’s waiting lips. They went different directions. Mariah slipped her red sequined dress which was just long enough to cover her garters. Low cut, with a flirty skirt, four inch heels would make them eye level. She placed a head dress on it was of ostrich feather in ruby red and a tight satin skull cap. Turning around she seen her firm ass as she shimmied her hips. Grant broke into a smile when he saw the white suit. No chains, but the Saturday Night Fever came to mind.. Bret was having a tough time writing the great American novel. What he wound up writing were somewhat short erotic stories based on his, or someone else's experiences which had been related to him. For the most part, the stories were based on true incidents, and while some of the sex did happen, there was some fantasy sex incorporated into the stories.He submitted his stories to a website. The stories were rated by the readers and received average ratings. Some of the raters submitted e-mail.