MODERATOR Well, good luck to you both. We are all very happy for you and look forward to hearing from you again soon. Moving on now to... Nick, when last we saw you, you were getting ready for your second and final Swap Week. How was that experience different from your first? NICK Actually, it was much easier the second time. Not only was I better used to getting into the role of Nicole, but I didn’t get myself into so many after school . “Friends?” I asked.Tami shook her head.“No, best friends,” she amended.“Okay,” I said as I nodded.“You’re still a dick,” Alan said, but I could see a smile creep onto his face.We all relaxed and just acted like we’d been friends forever, which we in essence had been.“Jim called me,” Tami said.“I don’t think I want to know about this,” I said.“About what?” Alan asked.“Jim wants some payback on Mike,” Tami explained. “He wants me to invite Harper to a party after your game.”“And Jim thinks that. He slid down between her legs and hovered his mouth just in front of her pussy lips. He opened his mouth and began to breathe the hot breath from the back of his throat right over her slit, sending shivers up and down her. He began raking his fingertips across her stomach, down to her clit so very, very lightly, like a feather. She was on the verge of orgasm already, and he hadn’t even put his tongue in her yet. He continued blowing his hot breath lightly on her sex, and she found herself going. "How the fuck should I know? Most of the time it just happens." He looked towards the buildings. "So which one is it?" Whichever has the number 10204."They dismounted and leaned their bikes against the tree. They strolled towards the convenience store far enough to see its number: 10202. "It must be the other one. Shit, I was hoping it wouldn't be the liquor store." Why?"Heather rolled her eyes. "Because we're not even close to twenty-one, you dumbass."Richie frowned. "Then we'll just fake it..