I told them the scenario I thought might be best and gave them a little more information that I hadn't given her dad."That means you'll be playing at ...Pinehurst in North Carolina, then up to New York. You'll have a week off in Virginia before the U.S. Open, then to Ohio and Florida," I said. "It'll give you a week off before the U.S. Amateur which is in Illinois this year. If you toss in a warm-up tournament or an extra week of practice before the U.S. Open, it'll mean six tournaments in eight. Em and I started to sing, "You Can't Be True Dear" and Homer just sort of chorded his accompaniment. When we finished up, Homer put the Gibson down and went over to the old upright piano and said into his throat mike, "I seem to have cut the hell out of my finger so I'm going to beat up on this defenseless old Piano and give that finger a rest."He hit a chord and grinned. Somebody had put carpet tacks through the felts on the hammers and the piano sounded like an old rinky tinky honky-tonk. ”I teleport directly into his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist and my ass pressing down on his erection. Before he can react, my arms are around his neck and my tongue deep into his mouth, taking advantage of his gasp of surprise. Then I pull away, grab a handful of his unruly hair, and jerk his head back. “Lie down and spread your legs, mein Schatz, and I vill show you.” I am not quite so confident as I am pretending to be, but I do not want him to think he must tell me how to do. I wasn’t sure if I should be proud or scared. Ali shot me a grin and I decided on proud. And horny. Opal leaned over and smacked my thigh with her hand and I coughed and tried to catch Little Pirate underneath my thigh. That ended up being a slight mistake, since the pressure only got me harder. But the post-fight lassitude that each of us were sprawling in, it was hard to not get a little horny. We had survived a freaking mecha fight!Ebony pursed her lips. She sounded as serious ever as she.