I was experimenting with flexing my pecs to see if I could make the guitarist symbol look like it was strumming. All right, that had been Chantelle’... suggestion. Then I’d been goaded on by Desi, Remas, Rachel, and Livy in our hotel room. The rest of our pod had to get their digs in after we ate dinner Sunday night. I’m not sure yet why looking at Desi’s tat on the inside of her upper arm or mine on my chest required us to both be completely naked but I didn’t object when the rest of the girls. "Now, about your punishment ... I thought about spanking you for it, but we would both probably enjoy that way too much for that to be considered a real punishment..." Llaaarrry!" she said, as only a teen can do." ... then I thought about grounding you, but you're moping around here all the time anyway, so that wouldn't be a punishment either. So, what I want you to do is to pick out ten books from this box." I dropped it on her desk. "Then, along with this one other book I picked out, I want. You aren’t god, buddy. You’re going to have to give this one up sometime or it is going to eat your lunch.’ Daniel shook his head, ‘But can you at least see, how impossible it makes everything?’ Samuel shook his head, ‘No, not really. You think he would blame you? Think David would have rather she marry that snooty, pansy professor she was engaged to? He was my friend, not yours. And I fucking promise you, he would have chosen you hands down.’ Daniel chuckled, not that is surprised him that his. “God, yes ... and the way that you keep pushing her inside me. Are you really sodomizing her?” Miranda asked me with considerable arousal in her sexy Australian accent.“That’s a big ten-four there, missy. Sorry, that’s CB talk. Plenty of truckers in my once large, now rather reduced Italian family. Daddy definitely did his share of trucking over the years. In the old days, we all had handles, even me. I thought that my handle was silly back then, but it makes sense now. ‘Mama’s Boy.’ Very odd.