Another Baker girl came over and told them they were being foolish to do that. Your going to make your hands sore, why don’t you use your shoe! So o...ne of the girls took off a shoe an started beating his poor nuts with the sole. I just stood back and watched these two little girls pound his sore nuts till they were dark purple and swollen to the size of two tennis balls. The girls left him alone on the couch after beating his nuts about 2 hours and the party ended a few hours after it started.. Then I smashed the wall of the computer center open, continuing to push the opening wider as I floated into the room a foot above the floor level, flooding the room with light and fear. As soon as I was far enough inside to have room, I spread my 'wings'. They were wing-shaped, but pulsated with white lights that flowed like blood in veins. The leading edges had larger, brighter, neon-tube-shaped light blobs; smaller, dimmer blobs for the ribs, and even less noticeable blobs for the rest of the. “We have more than enough.” Mary smiled and nodded. “Sure.” The trio piled out the car. Andy retrieved the basket and the wine. Amber grabbed her purse and the blanket and Mary grabbed her bag. “What do you guys do?” Mary asked as they waded through the grass as it swayed in the breeze. “He’s a tax attorney.” Amber said. “We met one day when he came to the courthouse for some docs. He was so rude.” “It was bad day,” Andy said in his defense. Amber brushed playfully against his shoulder. Mary. ”“You’d look good in old, stinky sweats,” I countered with a grin, thankful for the change of subject.“You think so?” she asked, her eyes bright, a smile playing across her face. “Then, why didn’t you call me?”“That again? You’re nothing but persistent.”“Yes I am. You haven’t answered me.”“I thought you were being polite when you gave me your number.”She nodded. “Yeah. I can see that. You’re an old fogy, me a gorgeous girl. I can see why it scares you.”“Scares me? It doesn’t!”“Sure it does..