We can’t bring people in on this. Don’t be a jackoff,” Kayla said vehemently. “Well, we can’t go on forever. It’ll all be different next... semester, you’ll see,” Jonas defended. “Guests are not part of the agreement,” Tegan said. “I think we need to at least break the pentogomy for the summer. Go back to playing tennis like everybody else, this shit is too complicated,” Jonas suggested. After some awkward silence, “Who do you propose we should invite?” Riva probed. “Well, we are three. But just remember, if you try to hold things back from me, I have ways of making you talk."I looked at Donnie. "So now you know what it's like. What do you think?"She blushed. "Oh my God! Dee Dee, do you think we can talk about this another time?"I said, "Oh, yes. I think we are going to have to. Let's go eat and find out if Andrew is one of us."Andrew said, "Just who is 'us'?"Donnie said, "Why, the next generation, of course. Let's go."Andrew's Story'The next generation'; what the heck is that. For my part I tidied everything up and made sure everything was ready for the Pros in the morning. They appreciated me sharpening pencils, checking marker pens, stocking their desks. We had a cleaning lady (this is where it starts to get interesting - bout time! you say) who did all the offices in the block. Finishing with ours as we were on the top three floors. She dusted, swept up, hovered, emptied the bins, cleaned. Kalena, forty something She was a refugee from Czechoslovakia. I never. " Another wink... a quick flick of his eyes down to his crotch. Andy could feel himself losing control of himself. His sexual organs were taken control. Speaking of which, his organ was trying it's hardest to reach Paul's right now. It was no good. He was desperate for it, and Paul was obviously horny too."I didn't think it was that kind of club?" It's not. I just... well, I've never really wanted a man before. Just saw you looking at me and thought - what the hell! He looks like he's into me..