" Thanks lovely," I say. I feel overcome in that moment; maybe it's thecocktails, but I want to hug her. And then I remember that Ellen is ahugger. I ...reach out and squeeze her tight, pressing her slender warmbody to mine and taking a deep breath before kissing her on the cheek."Thanks lovely," I repeat in a whisper."Any time," she whispers, giving me a squeeze before we part and takinganother draw on her cigarette. "Besides, if you wanted to de-stress I'msure Tom in there would oblige. If his. ?Come on, now, Emmett, what’s the active voice for ‘Celo’?? Miss Beck said, bending down to graze the scorching peppers against the underside of his tiny penis?Emmett looked down through sobbing eyes into Miss Beck’s heaving cleavage as she rubbed the plant back and forth.?Uh—Celare is the present voice, Celavisse is the puh-perfect voice, and Celaturus esse is the future—oh, it hurts so much, Miss Beck!? Emmett had sobbed, and Miss Beck had stood up and slapped his face hard, her breasts. Mostly, I start from my house and take one of five or six different loops that eventually bring me back home after doing anywhere from 20 to 60 miles. I enjoy it, and hate when the weather or some personal obligation keeps me from a scheduled ride.Occasionally, one of my rides turns into an adventure. This is the story of one such ride.The little computer on my handlebars said I had gone a little over 17 miles, and I was pedaling easily on a relatively flat stretch of road, when I became aware. "Where's Mike hiding; you cunt? You better tell us or Jermain here willput a cap in fat-boy here and then empty the rest into you!" Ronniethreatened.Michele started to sob, her voice husky."I'm Mike," she whispered."I'm Mike but I'm also Michele," she mumbled."Jesus fucking Christ Jermain; she's a fucking trannie!" Ronnieexclaimed.The three men stared incredulously at the sexy mature woman who wastrying desperately to press herself into the wall. Ronnie kicked thedoor closed and locked.