Nick lets out the deepest, sexiest laugh ever, and he asks, “Thank you for what? My cock hasn’t done any favors for you….yet! “Then what the h...ell are you waiting for?” I laugh. I pick up his boxers and my panties from beside my feet, and I fling them both far across the room. “We won’t be ending these for hours!” I smile; our eyes locked in lust and perhaps in something more, too, perhaps also the first stirrings of a genuine and mutual love. Nick scoops me up in his powerfully gentle arms, as. " You want to pay the hundred fucking dollars that shit costs everymonth?" I asked. "I haven't got that fucking kind of money." So all you want is something that will reduce your body hair?" heasked. "I can get you something from the Pharmacy Lab that will do that.It's better that sitting here and watching you fucking scratch yourfucking private parts all the fucking time."So that was the end of that conversation.A day or so later I was microwaving some popcorn for supper when Mattcame back. Phoebe is making jokes. 'Cerebral stress fractures, pocket calculators vs. hospital clerks, communications from beyond the grave', she's writing her own comedy material." Lisa said."Of course she is. I knew that coming in. Phoebe needed someone to talk to." Pete explained patiently. "Did you ever notice how different ideas are when you hear them instead of think them?" So how did you know?" Kim wanted to find out."There were clues from the beginning. Once we worked out the entry code, she. This time it was Kimberly who got the dare, same one as before. She too chose Mitch, but didn't hold it as long as Shakira had.Kimberly flipped over the four of diamonds and cursed as both Mitch and Olga turned over 4s, hearts and spades respectively. Shoes and socks were tossed aside, leaving her feet bare.Mitch got the cards and turned over the nine of clubs. No matches. He looked at his friend Jeremy and decided to give him a boost, so he dared his sister to 'kiss him like Shakira kissed.