. Crawford!" I hastily corrected. My face suddenly felt flushed. At least the mop was handy to wipe my sweat off the floor. I reciprocated. "Where do ...ou go?" Monroe," she answered.Monroe High? They were Cuntf ... Crawford's enemy. Yet how could they be the enemy when Hannah was so cute?"So are you on the football team?" she asked.Me? Apparently she hadn't really looked at me. I was too spindly. The first guy to run into me would snap me like a toothpick."No," I answered and fought to hide my. I wasn't watching my hands as much as Ryan's, though. His were on her belly and pushing down the fabric of the thong as he had done my bikini bottoms, only more so. The straps at the side were an inch or so below where they had started and Cherry's pubic hair was visible above the elastic where Ryan's fingers brushed through it as he continued to apply more lotion than was strictly necessary. Getting hot and bothered by this, in both a sexy and jealous way, I suggested Cherry turn over and. ’ I flicked it open and read the first page aloud. ‘Dear Brothers and Sisters in Faith’ it began. ‘Here begins the story of my pilgrimage to the sacred mahogany mountains of Cyrai, from my modest birthplace in a barracks in the Valley of Wyv.’ I continued reading it aloud for a few more minutes, but then I stopped reading as both of our ears twitched at the sound of something coming from the pile of bodies. We both listened for a few moments and then we went over to investigate. A couple of. Actually, Mister Mason and I were there to offer immoral [sic] support until we were drafted into making the tossed salad. We cut vegetables merrily slicing and dicing like we knew what we were doing. Mister Mason might have. I didn’t though I didn’t let that keep me from cutting big things into little things.Missus Mason looked over my shoulder and said, “Brad, that brings to mind a whole new picture when the words, cut up, are used in this house. Save some effort. Your finished pieces should.