His waist drew in, his hips rounded out and his chest expanded."Will you stop that!" Chris was furious, and having a hard time controling himself. H...e could image what the real Ranma would do to Bobby in a situation like that in his video collection. "What's the big deal?" Bobby asked, "It's not like anyone but the family is in the house." That's not the point!" Chris complained. "That water's cold!" You were going to do it anyway," Bobby replied as he was hurried out of the bedroom. "Ever. Mary was wearing a sundress, and it was a very skimpy, low-cut dress at that. It was obvious to any viewer, that she had only the dress on and nothing else. It was also just as plain to 'that' viewer, that her pussy was very clean-shaven. Her breast's threatened to send the dress into two distinct pieces at any fast hard movement of her very toned body. Al sat in his chair and just stared at her, drinking in her beauty."Al, why have you kept me around?" Mary was curious; all Al had ever done to. It is difficult enough to be third wheel, being a seventh wheel was excruciating, especially since everybody spent the night dancing around the fact that I was single on what is generally considered the most romantic night of the year. It got worse when the soulful voice of Sam Cooke began to sing, ‘Cupid, draw back your bow, and let your arrow go….’ My friends stopped talking and whipped their head around to look at me. Annoyed, I spat out, ‘What? I know, my name is Cupid. I’ve heard the song. ”Max shook his head. “You know I’m like a giant dork. Right?”“Max, I promise you that you are the coolest person Tucker has ever met,” said Emily. “You know about the Internet. You know how to swear. You’ve been to R-Rated movies.”“I’ve played strip poker with Emily King,” said Max. “That should impress him.”“Don’t impress him too much.” Emily sighed. “I think he’s got a little crush on me.”“You think?” Max laughed. “You’re probably the prettiest person he’s seen by two orders of magnitude. You.