Sam’s was tossed over Alex onto the coffee table. Max’s bra followed. I wasn’t flashed. Alex had pulled the blankets up to their chins.I climbed...back into my chair. I was in a warm and happy place. I just wasn’t asleep.“Sam?” Alex whispered. It could’ve been hours later, or minutes. I leaned more towards minutes. “Sam, are you asleep?”“No, Max’s elbow’s in my ribs.”“At least my feet aren’t freezing.”“What is it, Alex?” Sam asked.“Oh, can I ask you something?”“If you roll Max over and be the big. “I don’t know," I said.“Girl, I told you…” he started, but this time, I interrupted him.“It’s not that I don’t want to. I don’t know how to tell you. I’m not good with words, I’m not good at this, I don’t know!” I stared at him angrily. He only smiled.“You don’t know, but it was good. You better find words and use them. What you mean is that this was good enough for you to let four perfect strangers pick you off the street and bring you here.”“You made me come! You kidnapped me and tied me. Many of the people who were watching the game in the morning were also at the barbecue. In addition to ribs, burgers, and dogs on the grill, Mom had baked apple, cherry, and strawberry/rhubarb pies. Everyone who came brought food, too. It was a Midwestern spread that you can only dream about in Seattle. Baked beans, potato salad, deviled eggs, macaroni and cheese, cobblers, pies, a cake, chips, coleslaw ... you name it. There was even the requisite green Jell-O salad with flecks of shredded. Slowly rocking myself on him, my little soldier standing up nicely atattention and leaking like it does when he's that perky, I then pouted atPaul holding one the honey packets between my fingers."Oh, shoot!" I mewed, "looks like we forgot about these. Hmm... whatevercan we do with them now? Oh, wait! I know! You haven't had yourdessert yet!"At that, I ripped open the little packet of honey and began drizzling itacross my left breast and onto my nipple. Paul groaned and that madethis.