And we only see what’s on the surface. We’re going to go very slowly. Don’t want to damage the prop.”“What about the hull?”“Industrial b...arge, babe. At the speeds we run, we could hit Titanic‘s iceberg and survive. That propeller, though, that’s our delicate spot.”She snickered. “I know where YOUR delicate spot is.”“Tease.”“Nuh-uh. Teases would tell you things and then prance off and leave you hanging. I do NOT intend to leave anything hanging, except that cute thing when it’s all depleted.”“I. ” Great! I just told him I’m a hog! Nice opening line, Charli! I quickly gathered up the various personal debris that I’d left on the empty seat, clearing it for him. “I meant no, it’s not taken. I’ll move my junk and you can sit here.” “I like to stretch out too, when I can. Look, I hate to cramp you, but the bus is almost full – if you’re sure it’s not a problem…?” Was it a problem… at this point it would be more of a problem if he didn’t sit next to me! “No, it’s fine, really. It’s a long. He was a little worried about that, because he had heard horror stories about frat hazing that had turned out tragically, and while he had been assured by current members that nothing dangerous would happen and that the entire initiation was actually quite pleasant. Well, he hoped so!At ten o’clock sharp all ten new members of TGM fraternity were lead into a dark room where each pledge was instructed to remove all of their clothing and sit down and be quiet. In 15 minutes or so each pledge was. Her blonde hair was still carefully styled, her tan skin a perfect, healthy glow, and her blue eyes as piercing as ever. She wore a grey pair of sweatpants and an old grey work-out jersey from her high school's cross-country team. The bulk of the jersey was doing little to conceal the ample swell of her breasts.On the screen, two men dressed as priests were trading blow-jobs in a confessional."Have a seat," Dawn said, gesturing to the gigantic La-Z-Boy that was Jerry's favorite. "Want a.