Carol smiled at her. "It's really not my thing, Rachel. But I appreciate the offer." Oh come on," said Chad, "You really should come. I tell you what,...I'll make you a deal. If you agree to come to the party tonight, I'll buy you any books you want."Now here was an offer worth considering, Carol thought. She really didn't want to go to the party. She loathed such things. But any book she wanted… Na, he had to be pulling her leg."Oh really?" said Carol. "And I suppose I wouldn't get to pick this. "You know, you can stop rubbing them with the ice if you like." "Oops," I laughed. "See what I mean? Fi, your nipples are gorgeous. I can't help myself." "So are you going to stop rubbing ice on them?" she chirped. Her giggle turned mischievous, then she snatched the glass containing the other two ice cubes, pulled out the waistband of my tracksuit pants and poured in the frigid contents. I recoiled back in shock, desperately fishing the freezing cubes from my undies in a chaotic, hopping. "I can't last much longer, Bren," he finally admitted."It's all right. It's fine. I'm fine."He lost his control shortly after her assurances and came in her, gripping her shoulders as his spasms took control of his body.Mike rolled toward her as she finished her pronouncement. She was right, of course. He couldn't just walk away. He wouldn't know how. God knows, he would never be able to forget her, especially after tonight."So," Mike began, his voice barely above a whisper, "that leaves three. That would have been worse not only for the obvious reasons, but also because Jeff was on the team. We lost, as usual, and after the game I took my time going home. I stopped at the little pocket park where a bunch of guys from school were drinking beer. I bought a couple off of one of my classmates and after belting them down began to trudge home.Most of the lights were out when I got home, which I was happy for, and when I went into the kitchen I saw that the bottle of Jack Daniels was at the.