After The Energists: Rebooted Teen YearsChapter 29: Maneater free porn video

Outside the Nevins’ and McGregory’ houses

11:56pm, Friday, February 23, 1979

When Cathy had my attention, she called out, “You better watch out, Cuda, ‘cause she’ll chew you up. She’s a Man-eater!”

(Note: Maneater is a 1982, Hall and Oates song, where they created this compound word. In the text, I will be using the more traditional ‘man-eater’ form as that song title isn’t ‘officially’ used.)

I laughed out loud in the chilly February night air and then replied, “You’re probably right, Cathy.” After a few moments of silence, I added, “But she’s probably no more of a man-eater than a certain beautiful, jet-black haired, drummer girl, I know.”

“What? You’re talking about me? No way!” she shouted out and moved to stand on her front porch with her arms tightly folded across her chest.

“Yes, way!” I quickly responded to Cathy’s words and display of disbelief. “If you think about it.” I then said in a calmer tone, “You were darn near as aggressive as my nickname’s sake when we were, you know, dating. Heck, Cath, last Monday night, you had a low level man-eater thing going on as we walked back from the variety store.”

“I did not,” she replied in a softer, more civilized manner. Then after she scuffed her shoe on her front porch a couple of times, she added, “Well, I might have had a touch of that going. Still, you better be careful around Jennifer. She’s a true beauty, and, uh, from what I’ve heard, she doesn’t like to hear the word, ‘NO’.”

“Yes, ma’am. I know all about Jennifer, and hope I can keep things in check with her, as well as with...”

I purposefully let that statement end, and watched as Cathy suddenly picked up on my silent, implied person. She quickly took a step to the black railing on her front porch and grabbed the cold metal with her hands.

Cathy then sharply said, “I’d never purposefully do anything to hurt or harm your relationship with Lynette. I may be a little aggressive at times, but when I do something, it is mostly harmless fun.”

“I know that, Cathy. I know that,” I calmly replied trying to lower her passion levels a notch or two. When I saw her release her grip on the railing and shake her hands out, I added, “Jennifer basically told me the same thing in her truck, tonight. She definitely was daring but from what she said, I don’t think she’d try to interfere or sabotage my relationship with Lynette.”

“Okay, Mike,” Cathy responded in a more even keeled tone. “I like Jenn ... I just...”

“I know,” I replied as Cathy struggled to put her woman’s intuition into words. When I saw her break into her fabulous smile, I said, “You better get back inside, or you’ll get frost bite in your fingers or some other fun places.”

Cathy let a loud snort escape her body as she comprehended my final words. She then held her hands up over her boobs and chuckled, “What do you care? You’re not going to see them.”

I simply raised my head up in the chilly night air and gave her a quick, sharp, “Ha!” When I saw her drop her hands from her chest and turn back towards her front door, I chortled out, “Night, Cath. Sweet dreams!”

“Sweet dreams, too, Cuda. Sweet dreams.”

I shook my head at hearing that nickname and wondered if it really would stick or become like water on a duck’s back.

As I walked to my front porch, I thought, ‘Was Cathy’s intuition about Jennifer’s real motives more in line with reality; or was I correct in interpreting Jennifer’s highly charged statement about me getting together with her, IF Lynette and I ended our relationship?‘

I was about to reach into my pocket for my house key, when I decided to simply try the door first. Thankfully, it was still unlocked and I ducked out of the cold. However, I still felt slightly cold and confused as I struggled with how to interpret the previous fifteen minutes of my rebooted life. When I saw Patt sitting in the rocking chair watching some late night movie, I decided to lock the front door. I wished him a good night, and then remembered I better ask him if he wanted to ride down to Sarnia with my friends.

Patt surprised me by graciously declining my invitation to ride with Samantha. He told me that he had a job interview at the Roller Palace on 2nd Street in London, tomorrow at 1pm. I then wished him luck with that interview and headed on up the stairs for the night.

After doing my nightly bathroom duties, I crawled my tired butt into my bottom-bunk. I felt exhausted from my game and then practicing a few songs with the band. I prayed that blessed sleep would soon wash over me. However, as soon as I shut my eyes I was suddenly overwhelmed by a compilation of beautiful images running around in my sixteen-year-old head. After my ride home with Jennifer and the McGregory twins, I now had either accidentally with Sam, or purposefully seen all four of my female band mates’ breasts and nipples. Each one of those teenagers had beautifully shaped boobs topped by their own uniquely shaped, sized and colored nipples.

With that smorgasbord of young breasts playing havoc with my mind, my lower head was quick to seek out some fun and join the party. I figured good sleep would be impossible unless I took care of business under the covers. I quickly stripped out of my sleep-shorts and decided to use them as my ‘cum-catcher’ and cleanup towel to make my little head happy.

Soon, the bevy of my bandmates’ breasts were firmly entrenched in my mind and definitely served as a great inspiration for this pleasurable task. My accidental, down-blouse view of Sam’s perfectly round areola, topped by a small, soft and pink nipple was exciting because my petite, redheaded friend innocently and ignorantly provided our librarian, and then me with a perfect view of her right teenage charm. As Sammy’s small ‘B-sized’ boob flashed in my mind, I simply wondered if Paul has had the opportunity to see, feel and taste his new girlfriend’s upper body treasures.

With the image of my best friend and Sammy cavorting in my head, I easily transitioned to my most recent bandmate’s breasts which I just had the pleasure of seeing. While Sam’s viewing in the library was truly accidental, my Jennifer down-blouse experience was definitely devised by our sexy saxophonist. Not only did Jennifer formulate her plan for exposing her left breast to me, she definitely derived a good deal of pleasure from my viewing and manipulating of her tanned, firm breast and her hard, sensitive nipple.

My amazing mental image of Jennifer’s final, complete breast baring action in her pickup caused a large dollop of pre-cum to leak from my now completely energized cock. That image; combined with her lust filled words about getting together with me or with both Lynette and I, nearly caused my hard cock to erupt. Only a tight squeeze at its base kept me from blowing my load at that mental picture of Jennifer and her exquisitely formed, high, firm breast.

After my excitement and sensation levels tapered off enough for me to relax my grip on my cock, my mind went blank for a moment. After I took in several relaxing breathes of air, and thought about both of my bandmates with whom I had been intimate with, my mind swiftly created the most powerful image of true eroticism I had ever seen. I had to gulp in a large amount of air when this image of Cathy and Lynette, together with me, exploded onto my mental screen.

From my overhead vantage point of this beautiful scene, I saw Lynette’s nearly nude body straddling my head, with her shaved pussy lips barely hovering about my mouth. Cathy was also straddling my body, with her closely trimmed, raven-haired pussy perched above my large cock-head. Both teenage girls were lip-locked and enthusiastically trading saliva with their active tongues.

Cathy was wearing her super, sexy quarter cup, shelf bra and opened-crotch panties which she had loaned to Lynette the previous weekend. Her pale reddish brown, hard nipples were completely exposed and were rising and falling with each labored breathe she took. Lynette only wore that red and black bustier with her black fish-net stockings. However, the straps were off her shoulders and the bra cups were pulled down, exposing her full, firm breasts topped by her extremely long and puffy nipples.

When the girls broke off their kiss, Lynette slid her pussy back over my forehead and peered down on my grinning face.

She sultrily asked, “Are you ready for us, Mike?”

In my mental picture of this scene, I simply nodded my head ‘yes’, and then saw Lynette repositioned her wet, meaty pussy above my mouth.

In my own mind, though, I was screaming, ‘Oh, HELL YES! I’ve been ready for this all my life!‘

Within my sexually generated picture, I saw my hands rise up and take ahold of one of Lynette’s hard, puffed up nipples, and one of Cathy’s smaller but diamond hard nipples. At the same time, Lynette reached out with her hands towards both Cathy and me. She pinched Cathy’s other exposed nipple with her left hand, while her right hand corralled my hard cock and rubbed my large crowned head along Cathy’s slippery slit

Cathy’s hands weren’t idle either in this erotic drama. She reached across and lightly flicked Lynette’s long, puffy nipple with her beautifully manicured left index fingernail. Cathy’s right hand had moved down behind her cowboy spread legs and tight bubble butt to tickle my hairy ball sack with her fingertips.

The sensations generated within this mental scenario were amazing and I could feel the buildup of semen deep within my lower body. When Lynette lowered her pussy onto my mouth and ground her thick, meaty lips over my lips and tongue in that cognitive picture, I thought I could actually taste her sweet and tangy juices on my actively moving tongue.

When I heard Lynette mentally cry out, ‘Oh, Mike! Fuck me with your tongue! Please, God! F-fuck me with your tongue!‘ in that sexy three-way depiction, I felt myself jabbing my chin up into the open airspace above my head with my tongue curled tight and stuck out as far as I could extend it.

Not to be outdone, Cathy was panting, ‘So good, so, so good!‘ as Lynette pulled and pushed my thick crown between Cathy’s hot, wet pussy and over her hard, little clit. At this same time in my bed, I was gently pulling my cock back and forth over the soft material of my sleeping shorts, imagining that Lynette’s hand replaced mine and Cathy’s slick slit was sliding over my cock head instead of my sleep shorts.

As Lynette, who was the obvious ringleader in my mental scenario approached her own orgasm, she seated my cock head at Cathy’s pussy opening. When both Cathy and I groaned out at that new wonderful sensation, Lynette called out, ‘Fuck him like a cowgirl rides a wild stallion, Cathy. Fuck that wild stallion!‘

Once I cognitively felt Cathy’s hot, and tight but very slick pussy sliding down my hard cock, I couldn’t help myself and actively thrust my hips up off my bunk mattress. I did my best to mirror that cognitive feeling by wrapping my soft shorts around my on-fire cock. Cathy’s imaginary words of, ‘Damn, Mike, your cock feels so, so fucking good! God, you’re stretching me!‘ and ‘Damn, I’m s-so full,’ when she ground her crotch down onto my pelvic bone, it triggered a breathtaking blast from deep within my body.

When my lava-like cum erupted out my hard cock into my sleeping shorts, both Cathy and Lynette tensed up in my mental picture and shook with violent tremors as we shared a magnificent three-way orgasm. Both teenage girls slumped forward into each other’s arms for balance as their bodies experienced several mild to semi-major aftershocks, which provided me with random, yet wonderful sensations.

After a minute or so, I recovered from that powerful masturbatory experience. I carefully used those sleep shorts to clean up around my crotch. With those soiled shorts wrapped up in a ball, I tossed back my covers and lobbed the shorts over into the laundry basket between my desk and dresser. As soon as my sleep shorts left my hand, I suddenly felt completely wiped ... drained of all energy. It was all I could do to pull the covers back over my naked body before glorious slumber took me under.

Mike’s House, Bryanston, Ontario

Saturday, February 24, 1979

“Have a good time at the volleyball games, Mike,” my mother said as she watched me put on my leather Medway jacket by the front door. As I opened the front door, she called out, “Make sure you thank Mr. Labatt for arranging your transportation.”

I turned back and looked at my mom with confusion over my face as I tried to figure out what she meant by ‘arranging your transportation’. I was under the impression that Sam was going to run over here and pick Paul, Cathy and me up. I just chalked that statement up as, ‘My mom being my mom‘.

“Oh, Lord, your ride just pulled up!” she suddenly exclaimed.

I became further mystified at her sudden show of emotion, and just shook my head in disbelief as I did up my leather jacket. As I turned to reach for the glass storm door handle, I immediately froze up with my fingers barely touching the release paddle.

“What’s the matter, Mike?” my mom calmly asked as I stared at the black, stretch limousine that was sitting in front of ours, and the McGregory’s front yards. “Were you expecting something different?”

“What the...” I stammered out as I saw a tall, thin man in a black suit step out from the driver’s door. As he walked back about fifteen feet to open the back door, I regained a modicum of composure and asked, “Did you know about this?”

“Yes,” was my mother’s short and simple reply.

“But I thought Sam...” and I paused as I saw my petite redheaded friend step out of the back of the limo onto the sidewalk. I took another halting breathe before I finished up with, “I thought Sam was going to drive us in her Bronco.”

“When Mr. Labatt, William ... Samantha’s father, suggested to me that it would be much safer for all of you to ride down to Sarnia in his limo versus riding in his daughter’s vehicle, Tom, Bertha and I agreed with his suggestion,” my mother replied to clarify this unexpected situation.

I turned one more time to take a glance at my mom and heard her say, “Enjoy your first limo ride, but behave yourself.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied as I pushed open the outer glass door. I turned slightly back towards her and said, “I love you, Mom!” In another second, I had bounded out onto the front porch and down the four steps on my way to greet a smiling Samantha Labatt.

“Good morning, Cuda,” she said as I closed in on her position at the rear of the limo. “I’m guessing you were as surprised as me when you found out about our upgraded transportation to Sarnia.”

“You didn’t know about this either?” I asked my grinning band mate.

“Nope.”

“What the hell!” we heard a male voice shout from the McGregory driveway.

As Sammy and I turned in the direction of that statement, we saw Paul and Cathy running from the far corner of their house across their snow covered front lawn.

“Are we riding in that limo?” Cathy squealed out as she trailed her brother in their race to get to the stretched out automobile.

“You sure are,” the tall limo driver responded to Cathy’s inquiry. “Be careful,” he then added as he saw Paul slip a little as he started to slow his pace as he came upon us.

“Uh, Paul, Cathy and Mike,” Sammy said as she pointed to each of us before she waved her hand towards the driver. “This is Jason, Jason Jefferies. He’s my dad’s chauffeur, and today he’s going to be taking us to Lynette’s volleyball game in Sarnia.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jason,” Cathy said as she extended her right hand out to the driver. Paul and I both followed Cathy’s cue and shook Jason’s hand before he reopened the rear door to the limo for us. Jason helped both ladies into the limousine before he stepped back to allow both Paul and I the freedom to climb in. He gently closed the rear door and soon was back behind the wheel.

Sammy quickly showed us all the amenities within her dad’s limo. It was stocked with a variety of regular and diet drinks, and a good assortment of fresh fruits, cheeses, muffins and snacks. She then asked, “Do you guys want to stop and get something to eat before we hit the main highway to Sarnia or will this stuff work for you?”

“I’m good with all this,” I quickly replied before I added, “It looks a lot better than what we’d get at Mickie D’s or some donut shop.”

“I’m definitely good with some of the fruits and cheeses,” Cathy added as she scooted around to where the tray was held in place.

Paul was still in a bit of a daze as we felt the limo backed into, and then pulled out of my driveway. He appeared to snap out of his funk when Sam took his right hand in hers and asked, “Are you going to want a breakfast sandwich, Paul or will this work for my still sleepy boyfriend?”

“This stuff here will be fine,” he finally said before Sammy put a red grape into his mouth.

“Oh, poor, poor, Paul. He needs his pretty little girlfriend to help him eat some fruit,” I teased which caused a small smile to appear on both Sam and Cathy’s faces, but a semi-menacing sneer from my tired friend.

With all of us content with the foods and drinks in the limo, Sam reached for the intercom button behind her head and said, “We’re good back here, Jason. We won’t need to stop for breakfast foods.”

“Thanks for that update, Ms. Samantha,” we heard Jason’s voice over the limo’s sound system. “If you require anything on our drive to Sarnia, just let me know.”

“We will, Jason. Thank you,” Sam replied and clicked off the intercom system.

By the time Jason had the limousine on the 402 heading towards Sarnia, we all had done a pretty decent job of gorging ourselves on the fresh, tasty breakfast foods in the car. The four of us chatted about school stuff and I wasn’t surprised when Sammy volunteered to work with Paul on his math and chemistry troubles.

As we passed the exit leading to Grand Bend on Lake Huron, I noticed that somehow or another, both McGregory twins had their heads resting on either Sammy’s or my lap. I smiled at Sam as she ran her fingers through Paul’s short black hair or along his neck. When Sam nodded down at Cathy, who had her head on my lap, she tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes indicating that Cathy was zonked.

I took a quick peek at my best friend and mouthed back, ‘Paul, too,’ as I lightly scratched Cathy’s scalp with my left fingertips.

Sam just shook her pretty red hair and whispered, “We’ve got some poor babies here, don’t we?”

As our friends slept, Sam and I quietly talked about her experiences at Lucas High School and of her time playing in her prior band. Sam indicated to me that she was more than happy with a lower profile role in our new band. She let me know she enjoyed playing rhythm guitar, and looked forward to possibly taking a secondary keyboard role if a song needed that additional type of sound.

When I asked her about singing lead on some songs, Sam said, “I’d like to sing a few songs, especially a few of the ones I’ve written, but I’m perfectly good with you singing lead on most of our songs. In my other band, I had to do a majority of the singing, and my voice didn’t work well with some of the songs we played.”

“I didn’t know that about you and your time with the ‘Ps’,” I replied.

“Surprisingly, I have a harder, raspier edge to my singing voice when I’m up there in rock chick mode,” Sammy offered as she continued to scratch Paul’s head with her fingernails. “It was a bit of a strain to sing those softer ballad-type songs. It’s much easier for me to fire off as a Joan Jett versus singing like Christie McVie.”

“I still think you did a great job of singing, You Make Loving Fun when we played it at the Valentine’s Dance.”

“Thanks,” she replied before she slightly altered this discussion by adding, “I know Jennifer would like to sing a few songs, but as she told us Tuesday morning she’s more excited about playing her saxophone or rhythm guitar in our band than singing. I don’t see her as being a vocal hog down the line. What about Lynette? Has she talked with you about her desire to sing lead?”

“A little,” I replied. “She’s mentioned a few times that she’ll be good singing lead on a couple songs. She loves Fleetwood. So, um, I bet if we play a few of their songs, she’ll be happy singing their sweet ballads. I do know she’ll want to sing the female lead on a couple of Meatloaf songs, which I’m dying to do.”

“When we play those songs,” Sam chimed in, “I’ll jump in on keyboards, so Lynette can sing up front with her man.”

“She’ll like that, I think. That would be super.”

“You’re here!” Lynette cried out as the Medway varsity volleyball team walked into Sarnia St. Pat’s gymnasium for their WOSSA (Western Ontario Secondary School Association) semi-final game against Sarnia Northern. She then jogged from the entrance to where we were sitting on the first row of the bleachers.

“Hey, Cano,” I replied as she approached our location. “I told you we’d be down here for your game.”

“Did your brother drive? Where is he?”

“He didn’t drive, and, uh, he has a job interview in London, so he couldn’t make it,” I replied to her inquiry about my brother.

“MaryAnn will be bummed. She was looking forward to possibly riding back to London with him.”

“Lynette, you’ll never guess how we made it down here!” Cathy fired off with a huge grin on her face.

“Well, uh, if Mike’s brother didn’t drive, and with Sammy here, I’m guessing she drove over to Bryanston and get you.”

“You’re partly correct, in that I went over to their place,” Samantha interjected as she wore her own monstrous grin. “But I didn’t drive,” she added in a silly voice.

“Okay, now, you’ve got me all confused,” Lynette replied.

“Just tell her, Cuda,” Cathy then chimed in as she gave Lynette a greeting hug.

I stared in my girlfriend’s eyes for a couple of seconds before I blurted out, “Sammy’s dad sent his limousine to pick us up and bring us down here for your game.”

“My dad surprised us all ... even me this morning,” Sam quickly added.

“And it was so cool riding in that limo and having all those fresh breakfast things to eat on the way over here,” Paul said as he rubbed his stomach.

“It was especially nice to be able to stretch out and take a quick nap, too,” Cathy offered up. “I hope you aren’t upset that I used your boyfriend’s lap as a pillow on the ride here.”

“What!” Lynette fired off with feigned indignation. She did her best to look upset, but a smile crept over her face as she said to Cathy, “How could you do that to me?” Then with a full blown smile towards me, she added, “And how could you even THINK I’d be happy with you ... letting your EX rest her head on your lap?”

The look on Cathy’s face was priceless as Lynette’s playful questioning let the proverbial ‘cat-out-of-the-bag‘ regarding my previously hidden relationship with Paul’s sister. It took a moment for Lynette’s words to register in Paul’s mind, but when they did, he quickly turned to me and then to his twin sister with his mouth agape.

Even Samantha’s face registered a touch of shock as she lifted her right arm up and pointed, first to Cathy, then towards me. Then, for added effect, she circled her hand at all three of us, including Lynette.

“Yes, Paul ... and Sammy. Mike and I secretly dated for, um, like five months last spring and summer,” and she looked at me for confirmation of that number. “We just ... just enjoyed walks, talks and ‘things’ around Bryanston. We stopped seeing each other when school started last fall. You know, other stuff took priority in our lives.

“What? ... How come I didn’t know about this?” Paul fired off after he heard his sister give a brief ‘PG-rated’ rundown of our time together.

“Sorry, dude,” I offered up to him. “I didn’t think that you’d be good with me seeing your sister, so I deci...”

“No, Mike, WE decided,” Cathy immediately corrected me as she refused to let me take the full hit from her brother, my best friend.

“You’re right, Cath. We decided, Paul,” I reiterated, “that we’d keep our relationship from you, from everyone. We just thought that would be best and it seemed to work out just fine... ‘till now.”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Lynette softly said as she squeezed my hand.

“No, no,” I replied back to Lynette. “This isn’t your fault. We knew it could slip or come to light. I, we, tried to hide this, and we’ll accept whatever you’ve got to say, Paul ... Again, I’m sorry about keeping this from you.”

I lowered my head down but kept my eyes trained on my best friend as he took Sammy’s hand in his. I could tell he was working through his thoughts, and remembered that he was much better at making sure his brain preceded his mouth than I was as a teenager.

After taking in a good lungful of air, Paul once more showed why he was my best friend. He turned to Lynette instead of me and asked, “So, you’re good with Mike, knowing he went out with my sister, our drummer? And with knowing she was resting with her head on his lap? Even after you two have, well, you know?”

Thankfully, Lynette allowed Paul to run through his list of questions before she smiled at him and replied, “I’m good with all of that, Paul. I trust, Mike AND your sister to be respectful of my, of our relationship.” I felt Lynette wrap her arm around my waist as she addressed my best friend’s concerns.

“Hum,” Paul sighed and then he quickly glanced between me, Lynette and his sister. After giving us the once over, he then peered down on his cute, redheaded girlfriend and said, “If Lynette’s good, and you’re good with it...” He moved his hand around her waist at those words. Paul then quickly transferred his gaze between his sister and me and finished with, “Well, I don’t see any reason I should be pissed about it, either.”

Right then we heard Coach Jacket call out, “Shannon, Janice, Lynette, it’s time to head into the locker room. Let’s go ladies!”

Lynette immediately stepped from my light grasp and moved across to my best friend. Paul still had his arm around Sam’s waist, so Lynette reached up with both of her hands, squished Paul’s cheeks together before she surprised him by planting a quick kiss on his lips. His eyes became real wide as Lynette stepped back and gave him a wink.

As she turned to run off in the direction of her teammates, she looked over her shoulder and said, “You’re the best, Paul.” After a couple more steps, she corrected herself with, “Well, maybe second best,” and she then blew a kiss towards me.

“I gotta use the little girls’ room, Sammy,” Cathy said after we had all stood in silence for a few moments along the front of the bleachers.

“Good idea,” the redheaded teen immediately added as she stepped free of Paul’s grasp. She turned to kiss him, and said, “See you soon, Stud.” Sammy then scurried off with Cathy towards the gym’s exit.

I still wasn’t too sure if being alone with Paul was a good idea. As he moved up a few rows into the bleachers and sat down, Paul looked at me as I stood on the gym floor. He then said, “I had a small inkling that something was up with you and Cathy, last summer. I just didn’t pay much heed to it. Then, last weekend, I think, Lynette started to say something about it, too. Anyhow, I’m...”

“I’m real sorry, Paul,” I softly said as I moved up the bleachers and straddled the row below his position. “I was a dumbass for not telling you, especially after we stopped seeing each at the start of the school year. I guess I was afraid of how you’d react to my dating your twin sister.”

“Shit, man! As long as you treated her right, I’m good, or would have been good ... Hum, I guess I should be glad that it was you she was seeing, instead of some jerk like Gary, or even your brother, Patt.”

“Oh, God!” I chuckled at the thought of Cathy going out with either Gary Dander or my brother. I then looked up at Paul and said, “If she did go out with either of those guys, she’d have probably killed them by now. I highly doubt Cathy would have taken too much of their crap, without putting up a good fight.”

“Damn, straight,” he replied and gave me a high-five for that wishful statement.

When both girls came back across the gym floor, Paul and I were off and running on some musical topic. After Paul nodded in their direction, alerting me to their return, I caught the last part of Sammy’s statement, “ ... typical girls, these guys would be trying to rip each other’s eyes out over this.”

“So, would you two be getting into a ‘cat-fight’, if you were in this situation instead of me and Paul?” I asked as Cathy and Sammy reached the bottom of the bleachers.

“Man, I’d sure pay to see something like that!” Paul fired off which earned him another high-five from me.

“No- ahh,” Sammy replied with a grin. “I said if you were ‘typical girls’. There ain’t nothing typical about Cathy or me. Right, Girlfriend?”

“Damn, straight, Sammy!” Cathy exclaimed and those two beauties matched our previous high-five with one of their own.