”“Yeah, not to mention how it feels to give one. The hard work of scientists studying sex, huh?” I adjusted my voice and said, “Well, what wou...d you suggest we do next, Doctor Tony?”He said in the same formal tone, “Well Doctor Darrel, I don’t think we can call one trial a reliable result. We may have to repeat the same experiment, plus a couple more a few more times before moving on.” We laughed and poked each other, jerking around in the warmth of the bag.I was on my back when we stopped. It was nice out, and I was enjoying showing off my finally, officially six-pack abs, so I opened the door and waited on the front step for him.He was a wall of muscle. Dark brown crew cut, not too tall, but clearly solidly packed. He wore a light tee shirt and loose pants and didn't appear to have anything on under either of them.He smiled - beautifully - as he got out of the car and approached me. "You must be Bunny."I raised an eyebrow at that. "No." No?" He looked confused. "Oh, uh, sorry. I. Each had a D stitched into it with silver thread, facing upward, demonstrating that they were gifts meant for her to keep. When she unfolded the first, she found a white candle that her grandmother had no doubt made herself. She could smell vanilla and other enticing scents when she brought the candle to her nose. The remaining bundles were three similar candles as well as four brass holders.Upon removing all the candles, Diane saw the lid of a beautifully carved wooden box with a silver latch. “Umm! You’re fucking our little sisters and all you have to say in ‘Umm’?!”“Lauren, please!” I pleaded, reaching out to try and take her hand.“DON’T TOUCH ME!” she screamed, snatching her hand away while swinging the other towards my face.In hindsight, I should have relaxed my jaw and just rolled with the punch. But I didn’t. Instead, I tensed up, clenching my jaw and neck, bracing for the impact. I barely felt my sister’s clenched fist connect with my cheek, my head not moving in the.