"I'll bend you over, spread your cheeks and stick ten inches of cock up your ass, and then, when I've had what I want of your body, I'll put a noose r...ound your neck and I'll hang you! So don't you dare move an inch... not an inch..."It had been an idle threat that one makes without thought to the consequence, a promise made in a moment of madness, and yet now this promise had assumed major importance, because Cecily had moved her hands.Howard had been determined to make her admit whose picture. " What?" My chin almost hit the floor at the same time my cock hardened."Get a condom. Pretend I'm Sharon." She turned to look at me and switched to a soprano semi-falsetto. "Oh, Joe, I'm so ... so turned on from posing for all those pictures. I know I said we should just be friends, but ... but right now ... I just need you."I couldn't help chuckling."Our names aren't that far apart," she said. "Call me Sharon instead of Sherri. Do to me what you want to do to her. Get it out of your system.". " So, when? You were fucked up yesterday..." Monday night." And you're still buzzed?" ... And last night..." OHO! You STUD you!" Jackson clapped me on the back, grinning. "Congrats! So, she's looking like a main squeeze?" Yeah, pretty much." Cool."I cleared a couple of weapons ranges in the afternoon, but no one was doing night fire, so I went home at five, planning to shower and change clothes -- and call Beatrice in the interim to determine just how much I was dressing up. But I walked into. "I slam the phone down in anger and dejection, Thom comes over and advises, "Jennifer, don't get your panties in a bunch. Stacy isn't having any better luck than we are and she's using a fucking satellite."I lie just to tease Thom, "I can't get my panties in a bunch because I'm not wearing any."Thom gives me a dirty look but immediately counters, "Prove it!"Inga laughs and interjects, "I am not wearing any panties either and would love to prove it."Thom just as immediately backpedals, "Uh ....