He couldn't put his finger on what it was though.They gathered wood in silence until they had a pretty respectable pile."I'll go back and get the lawn... tractor with the wagon so we can get this stuff back," said Ken. "I assume that you want it for a fire tonight?" Yes," replied Jane. "I think that we should turn off all the lights tonight, except for candles and the fire. We should also bring out sleeping bags and sleep in the Garden tonight. Oh, and maybe we could ask the Circle to come out. " Me too," said Todd. "I truly am the wingman. I'm just here todistract you so Jeff can work his magic." Well, Miss Rosen," said Jeff, looking me over. "What about you?Has someone already swept you off your feet, or will I have thatpleasure."I gave him the once-over. "Does that line work often?" I don't know. Does it?"I picked up his tie and ran it through my fingers slowly. "We'llsee."Todd looked at Lisa. "Your friend really has to learn how toopen up. She's so pretty, but that shyness is just. Do it all!... Ooohhh, I'm sucha pig-cunt! PISS ON THE SLUT!... OOHHh... USE ME LIKE THE WHORE-SLUT IAM!!!..YES!.. DO EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER WANTED TO DO TO A CUNT-BITCH!!...PISS ONTHE TOILET-SLUT!!...EVERYBODY PISS ON THE STUPID CUNT-WHORE!!!...USE THECUMBAG-URINAL!!..Oohh YESSSS!..PISS THE PIG!!..Oohyeeaahh...MORE!..PLEASE!..PISS ON THE SLUT!!!..."Cumbag whined around the tasty shower. " Take this, you. I looked over across the room and there was Sandy keeping the lunch room monitor occupied as our little tableaux was being played out. I decided that we had enough of the jock's nonsense so I convinced him that he was 'jousting with windmills'. He was finally convinced and sulked away with his virtual tail between his legs suffering from a decisive defeat. I was proud enough of Jean that I almost kissed her but the room monitor was then looking our way. What put the proverbial frosting on the.