" OK, I see that I got you attention with that one. How about selling out one of you friends to save that knee? Give me a name, and I might not smash ...p the knee." No way. There's no way I would rat on my friends!"That was the answer I expected, so I banged on his left knee hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to break any bones. "I can hit harder, you know? Give me a name or I will smash some bone." OK, OK, just watch where you swing that bat. Here's a name for you, Andy Johnson."I. There was a rustling on the floor in front of the mound of pillows. Suddenly, gentle hands were lifting my left foot, and soft lips met my toes. I gasped- my feet are very, very ticklish- but pretty soon a tongue joined the lips in their conquest and my sighs became those of passion. Butterfly kisses landed on the top of my foot, my ankle. The other foot got the same treatment and then the lips were moving up my shins, my knees, and then my legs were lifted and kisses were planted on my calves. I bought since I was staying at their place and I offered to get a hotel so the girls would not feel trapped during my visit, did not want to wear out my welcome. The girls were BOTH OK with me leaving but Ray insisted I stay. Said the sofa was mine! Laura then said, yes please stay. But I know with her sister there she would rather I be elsewhere. She was uneasy. I figured out she had told Rachelle it was I she was fucking. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun. Rachel might think I was a. "My first batch of Jiffy Pop," I said."You always set the heat on too high."It was more like I'm always interrupted when I make popcorn, but saying anything would make it sound like I was angry, and I wasn't. Well, not really. "Yeah. Cammy took over while I fetched your wine." You're sweet," Kristen said, sipping her wine. "Cammy won't burn the popcorn. You always cook it too high." Yeah. Guys like me need to learn how to cook. Maybe next year I'll take a home economics class."Kristen heard the.