"It's called a 'garage'," Travis corrected her."You're not concentrating!"Not wishing to encourage a greater wrath upon his head, Travis settled down ...and closed his eyes. He took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed the muscles in his shoulders and neck.Anya walked him through the steps of locating, containing, and ultimately using the gift that The Prince had forced between his eyes. Travis grunted and sweated through the exercises, sweating through his flannel shirt."How did I do?" Travis. "Well, then, what do you feel about it?'Sylvia smiled. "I feel great. I had a great time and so did Phil. And it doesn't seem to have had any effect on how we feel about each other. We've talked about it since then, and we both admit we really enjoyed all that uninhibited sex. I'm kind of surprised, but it didn't really change how we feel about each other. I guess I just haven't figured out what it means.' She looked across the table at Ned. "And don't tell me it doesn't need to mean. "Have dinner with me." It wasn't really a question. I looked up from the counter I was staring at and saw how the humor had left his eyes. They were deep and serious. Last thing in the world I wanted. "No thanks," I replied and looked back down at the coffee I was making. "Oh come on, don't be shy," he leaned over the counter, his obnoxious rainbow pony bead bracelets clattered on the hardwood. "To be honest I thought you were gay all this time," I retorted. He smiled and laughed a hearty. By evening we were back on close, friendly terms and I worked to keep it that way for the rest of the school year. It was Saturday morning in February and Bambi was ironing clothes as was her routine. What was not routine was that she was wearing one of my long shirts and panties as she worked. When she turned and bent to retrieve another article from the laundry tub I caught a momentary glance at the nicely rounded cheeks of her ass. The effect was a surge of lust that drove me out of the.