Unconsciously, he adjusted what Jimmy assumed was a raging hard-on in his pants.Jimmy sympathized. His own cock was starting to strain at his crotch, ...and he could feel blood pounding in his ears.“Then…” Tobin paused, taking a deep breath. “I liked to imagine undoing a man’s pants and slowly pulling down his underwear, letting the elastic catch the tip of his hard cock, so that it slaps back against his belly. Then,” he continued, seeming more confident even as his colour deepened and he. "Sam regained some of his composure. "What the hell are you talkingabout?" he asked. "What contest?" The contest for the planet," the Kitsune answered. "The contest youagreed to when you read the agreement and placed your hand on the markerstart." But that...I COULDN'T READ THAT!!!" Sam said exasperatedly. "How was Ito know what it meant?" If you couldn't read it then why did you place your hand on theagreement mark?" the Kitsune asked."I don't know, it...drew me to it."The Kitsune sighed. She. To this he added the juice of a whole lemon and someorganic honey as he knew the processed stuff wasn't half as good. As hecut the lemon his hand slipped and he cut his finger. The burn of lemonin a deep cut was quite painful and he immediately put it in his mouthtill he could get some antiseptic and then a bandaid on it. Coming backto his drink he then decided to add a bit more honey to comfort him aftersuch an ordeal. He sipped his drink, smiled at its sweetness it and thenwent up to his. Ducky looked over as Tim reentered the area just as Abby and Brooks came off the elevator. The other operative's face was a blooming constellation of bruises and broken capillaries, but he seemed alert and very aware as he approached.Ducky nodded to him, turning his attention to Abby and McGee. "Ah, the computer geniuses are here." He had no idea what Special Agent Fornell was doing, but he was eagerly typing away at one of the computer systems, tweaking this or that and muttering something.