" Lisa Ling's face fell, at last. She knew that Debbieheld her in real disfavour, being her replacement. "And you," turningto her; "you can't even shi...ne my shoes. I don't care how many awards Cosmogives you, you sucked in that Old Navy commercial. Cargo pants are worse thanDockers, so there!" Debbie turned to me, her features vibrating with anticipation. "Let'sget this little picnic going, huh?" I nodded in agreement. All five captivewomen fell silent--a real first. Debbie was at my side now.. They don't like the idea of competing againstan all-nude female league. They're afraid of losing audience share to us." "Well, I've thought of a way we can get aroundthat." "Oh?" Richter smiled encouragement, but his eyessaid, I know what you're up to. "Go on." "What we need is a whole new game, one that willbe exciting to watch, but one that the pros and college athletes aren't allowedto play." Richter had not missed the fact that she'd usedthe "we" pronoun twice. The little minx was. All well defined with 7,9, and 11 inch cocks. As we parted we agreed to meet again the next morning when I got off work. As I approached my stop I was disappointed they weren't there already, but soon they came walking up the walk, shirtless and wearing basketball shorts, and it looked as if they had all gone commando. They were laughing and talking as they approached, I extended my hand to shake and say good mornings, but they grabbed me in a group hug. Introductions were in order and I. I made it clear that I was staring unabashedly at his cock and made jokes full of sexual innuendos. I even felt his muscles, for Chrissake. You all know the routine. After a few hours of drinking and flagrant flirting his wife ran off in tears. "Fuck off." He screamed at her back."Paul," I commanded. "It's getting dark. Fix the fire. Get Jim and I a drink then sit right there on the picnic table across from us. I want you to watch us."Jim could barely believe his ears but he had a good idea.