"Great time, Fletcher!" Coach Somers shouted happily, trotting around the end of the pool.
Clark did a quick scan of the electronic stop clocks mounted over each of the eight swimming lanes, seeing with an inner shrug that he had come in almost a full second ahead of anybody else on the team. So why not. They all had other things to do with their time besides swim. And swim and swim.
Coach fisted Clark on the arm, heartily man to man. "Beautiful time," he repeated. "You get that new stroke perfected, we'll make an Olympics candidate out of you yet. Get yourself a piece of chocolate and take five."
Karen Somers slithered by to join Coach who was grouping the rest of the team together to exhort them to as good lap times as the Superstar was now showing. As she passed behind him, her hand brushed across Clark's skintight trunks. The accidental caress sent a streak of lightning bouncing clear down to his heels and back and his eyes bouncing to Karen's own firm-cheeked bottom. Man, if he didn't close in on some cunt pretty soon they'd be hanging his balls up for trophies.
Karen Somers was one of the best-and highest paid-swimming coaches in the country, too, but with her entire girls' team away at their exclusive private school she was acting as her husband's assistant for the winter. And driving all the guys into fits gliding around inside that graceful supersnake body of hers. Talking and acting like one of their own, but being always innaccess-Why that goddam bitch! That touch on his ass couldn't have been accidental. Karen had been at least a foot away when she went past.
Clark cast a sudden new look at the long, sleek, woman-athlete body. Karen's second-skin tank suit was even tighter than his own but there was none of the roll of flesh squeezing from the legholes as there might be on other women in their late twenties. Her damn leg muscles were as solid as his own… And surely a hell of a lot prettier.
He traced the outline of Karen's solid behind into the curving of her narrow waist and then into the gentle wedge of her soft bare back and on up to her deeply suntanned shoulders. He noticed with a visible start that Karen had stopped walking and was half turned to face him. Then he felt his face burn painfully red as he realized that she had never taken her eyes off him as she walked away in the first place.
Before Clark could drop his own stare, Karen wrinkled her nose in a sly little sniff, subtly arching her colossal breasts… Knowing damn well how that stretchy nylon cuddled around each individual nipple even when they weren't in erection, one with the band of orange slashing down across her flat stomach to point out her smooth round hip, the other plain blue but just as gulp-making. She turned to walk on to the team but then stopped again, this time turning fully to face him.
"See you in the office a minute, please, Fletcher?" she said crisply.
Carefully sober-faced, Clark meekly followed the beautiful ass, again feeling the delicious stirring in his balls. Man, wouldn't it be some beautiful something to be fucking this sex-bodied broad again? Wouldn't it be some beautiful something to be fucking anybody again!
Karen seated herself behind the desk, motioning Clark to the asschewing chair directly across. She cast a glance through the block window to make sure everybody, including her husband, was still occupied and turned back to Clark.
"Okay," she said bluntly, "your swimming's been the greatest but what is it that's been bugging you personally all these months?"
"Hunh-h?? Nothing's been bugging me."
"Clarkie, you and I have been friends for a long time, wouldn't you say? Something more than friends, maybe?"
"Y-yeah."
"You don't have to be so cautious. I didn't bring you in here to scream of being the neglected mistress. I don't even remember that the first day of April was the last time you and I made out together."
Clark rolled his eyes, grinning with Karen. "Man-n," he leered, "I-I do."
"Yes-s, I'm sure you do-o. Particularly since it was early in June when we were down in Los Angeles. That must be so-ome great new girlfriend you've got this time to have you all strung out like you've been."
"Girlfriend!"
"Come on, Flet-cher! Two people can't be as emotionally involved-two people can't have f-fucked together as beautifully as you and I have fucked together without learning something about each other. I would guess, knowing you for the little sex maniac you've always been, that you've either gotten hung up on some little broad who isn't putting it out for you and you don't know what to do about it, or the two of you are making it and it's gotten to be too serious for you to handle."
Clark's eyes and mouth popped open. Karen's healthily handsome face again broke into her sardonic grin. "Sure, sweetie," she chuckled, "you'd be surprised at how much we old folks might understand even if we can't always come up with the right answers."
"…. 0-kay, teach, learn me all about it."
"No, baby, you tell old Mama. And be serious for a change. Sometimes it helps just to talk about it. You don't have to name any names if you don't want to. Who is she?"
Clark's eyebrows shot up. "Hey, you just said-Aah, you did that on purpose, too."
"I'm only jealous."
Karen giggled with him and, with that undercurrent of seriousness still there, it did open the door to let it all hang out… To someone who really might understand if anyone ever would. Without naming names.
"It is some little broad, isn't it," Karen helped gently.
"Well… but not exactly like you said, you know? You see this girl'swell-awful young. What really happened, I think-What it was was that she was… like curious to see what it would be like, you know? But then-well, it really happened instead and now she wants-we both want it with each other all the time. I think it's only because I was her first guy, but she thinks she's in love with me now and she doesn't even want to try it on with anybody else to find out."
"And she wants the same kind of exclusivity from you."
"Yeah-well, no, not exactly. I sort of promised her I wouldn't with anybody else until she herself wanted out, but then-well, her sister caught us and I sort of had to do it to the sister-"
"My G-God, y-her oth-her sister, too??"
"Well, don't make it sound like tha-at, Karen. This isn't something freaky, you know. When Cissie saw us doing it she needed it, too, just like anybody would, but these are both great kids we're talking about."
"Oh, honey, I didn't mean to imply- Clarkie, I know you well enough to know you wouldn't associate with anybody but good kids. Let's assume that now, okay?"
"…No. I don't want to talk about it anymore, anyway."
"Oh, please, baby, you must. Just sit there a minute and get your head straight and then finish telling me. You need to."
"Well… That's about it, anyway. I did it to the sister, too, to get her-you know, like involved so she couldn't squeal even if she wanted to, and now the girl doesn't mind that I do it to the sister, too. In fact, she really likes it when all three of us- Oh shit, Karen, this… gets too private. For other people besides me."
"I think I've got the picture anyway. I take it I'm the first adult you've had the opportunity of discussing this with?"
"You're the first anybody I've had the guts to talk about it with."
"Hey-y, let's don't be putting yourself down now. It's your protective instinct, not any lack of guts, that's kept you from talking it out with anyone. This sort of problem isn't all that unusual, you know. More girls than you think-and guys, too-get carried away and make it with-th-anybody who happens to be handy."
"I-thought you might do a lot of moralizing. About me doing it to such a young girl, I mean."
"Me-e?? I'd be a great one to moralize, wouldn't I? How old were you when we first discovered that fantastic swimming potential of yours and got carried away in our own celebration? Fourteen?"
"But your economy-size baby you always called me. I wasn't so tiny and I wasn't-I'd already done it a lot."
"I rather doubt that makes the difference though I have always heard that a girl stays in love with the man who… popped her cherry."
"Oh, man, thanks a lot!"
"Well, hey, buster. That bit of vulgarity was supposed to brighten your sad life, not accentuate it. What is it then, that you feel you'd be deserting the girl if you were to start up again with somebody else?"
"God, no, I'd like to. And I'd like her to, too, to-you know, cover us up. Everybody's already noticing for months now that I haven't been out with anybody else and if I could do it to somebody else even just once in a while they'd think I was finally over my new girl and stop worrying about it."
"Why don't you do it then? Surely the girl would understand your reason once it's done."
"I… well, I can't with anybody else anymore. If she only would then I could but until she will, I can't."
"Oh, honey, that's only in your mind."
"No-o, it-s true! Everything's going great with some girl, then I start remembering those dumb promises and everything just goes zonk. Tannsy's always been such an absolute nut about keeping promises herself she thinks everybody else is the same way and it always like takes her by surprise and hurts the hell out of her whenever somebody breaks one to her and I just can't do it even when she's away."
"Maybe if you were to try it with some more experienced woman who could help-"
"I tried that, too, and it's the same thing as with girls. It's worse. One of them… even made me go off without it ever coming up and I felt even lousier. I just can't do it with anyone else anymore."
"But if it should happen by accident-"
"I can't make an accident happen, Karen! God, can't you understand?? I can't get it up-p! For anybody!"
"Oh, baby… I knew it had to be something more serious than being limited to once a month sex. You were uptight long before the girls went to school this year."
"-Hey-y, how did you know she comes home from school every month?"
"Simple, you ding dong. All the girls in your set go to the same school and they all-l come home once a month."
"Oh yeah, right… Aah, we might as well forget that, Karen. I'd be pretty dumb if I didn't think by now we both know it's Tannsy and me we're talking about. I… hey, you know that's right? I'm not minding that you know about us. You'd never think it was only dirty."
"Thank you for that, baby. And it will be easier to work something out now that we don't have to do all the careful hedging around. Are you sure your depression isn't a matter of feeling you'd be deserting Tannsy in some way by getting it on with someone else? That it's become-oh, maybe like a duty now instead of a pleasure because you don't want to desert her?"
"Oh-h, no w-way, Karen! Honest. We're absolutely perfect together. Every time."
"Yes, I suppose you would be. You're so much alike either of you could almost predict what the other would like. What about a phony confession then, if you think that's all it would take to make Tannsy experiment-"
"Lie to her, you mean? No way. Tannsy and I have never in our lives told each other a lie. About anything. If she found out I'd done that it would hurt her worse than breaking a promise. She might never trust me again and she'd miss that more than not doing it with each other. And so would I."
"Well… as I said, we can't always come up with the right answers. You can't just bluntly cut it off, you know. You certainly don't want that sweet little girl herself coming up with some awful hang-up for having been trapped into the actions of a nasty-dirty little girl."
"Hey-y!!"
"As society would regard it, you dumb shit, sit down! As people would make her-r feel for having done nothing more than give in to a natural urge she's mistaken for society's highly touted lo-ove. I'm with you, you know, that she'll outgrow it. Until she does, why not just go on enjoying each other? Very discreetly, of course."
"Because I'm always so goddam afraid we'll get found out by somebody outside, the way everybody's always like spotlighting us all the time trying to find out who my new girl is as if it was their business. You know how people talk about girls like-girls who do it with their own brothers."
"Oh, yes, I know. You're not talking much about Cissie here, Clarkie. How does she fit in?"
"Oh, Cissie's all right. It isn't hurting her. She just likes it with me once in a while for special kicks. Like I wish Tannsy did. And yet I don't, too; does that make sense?"
"Sure, I can dig your confusion. I assume you've talked about it with Tannsy?"
"I've tried to but she always turns it off. She thinks if we're careful we just won't get caught."
"From her viewpoint or yours?"
"…. What do you mean?"
"Tannsy's acute sense of fair play is one of the great qualities that make her such a sweet little thing. She knows as well as any of us how sexually active you've always been and I'd bet anything it bothers her considerably that you must do without during these long periods you're apart."
"Hey, it does. She's said so herself. -But that's exactly what makes me keep making those dumb promises that I don't w-want anybody but her. As I don't when she's around."
"Fine. Keep making the promises, and keep them, but for when you are both at home. Being suddenly a woman in opposition to her sense of fair play, Tannsy's prime objection isn't to the act of you making it with some other girl so much as it's the thought that you might prefer some other girl above her. Her accidence to Cissie shows that. Don't you think maybe that coming at the problem from your viewpoint instead of hers, like telling her it's just too long for you between visits and that you'd like the freedom of making out with others while she's gone-for relief, of course, never in preference-"
"Hey-y, that's just exactly what would tick off that fairminded mind of hers. And I sure as hell wouldn't be lying, either. Man-n, why didn't I ever think of something as simple as that, myself, as well as I've always known her. It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, Kar-ren! You're beautiful!"
Clark scrambled around the desk, banging kisses on Karen's surprised mouth and all over her face, holding her head in both excited hands. Karen struggled furiously, finally breaking loose and shooting an apprehensive glance through the block window. Clark followed her glance.
"See?" he teased gaily. "Nobody there."
"He could have been there, you idiot, but I don't especially care to be put in a position where I'd have to start putting it out for your entire crew to buy their silence, either. I'm not exactly Elaine Compton."
"Aw, Karen, I wasn't being smart-ass. It was just when you showed me what to do about Tannsy so easy it was so-it felt so good I forget somebody might see us. I'm sor-ry."
Karen cut Clark off with a rueful grin. "I guess I understand your impulse, baby, it just took me by surprise. Forget it, hey?"
"Impulse, nothing. I've been looking for an excuse to do that ever since we came in here."
"There you go again, you blarney idiot, get the hell out of here. -Yes, do get out of here. Go round up the fellows, Captain, before you and me both get our pretty asses in slings for not working. Get that look off your face; I know how you guys regard my rear end. -Same way I've always looked at your-rs, hey baby."
"Want to do something about it instead of working?"
"Af-ter you've fixed it up with Tannsy and can get your mind on it, Junior, I'm not the charity commission. Split!"
Karen came out a few minutes later, walking directly to the coaching stand on the sidelines. She didn't especially look at him as she cheerfully scanned the alert faces on the starting blocks but Clark got the warm feeling he used to get from her gentle secret smile when he and she had set something up for after practice.
"Anybody for a fa-ast hundred? Free-style?" The super-innocence in Karen's laughing-like bleat made everybody feel she had to be talking about a fast hundred strokes in fucking. She picked the starting gun off the lectern, swinging the muzzle from the water to the ceiling in a sneaky-like arc straight up the front of Clark's body, again like pointing a subtle finger especially at him as she used to do it when they had a thing going. She held the gun pointed in the air, calmly waiting until everybody was ready, then fired and pushed the automatic time clock button simultaneously.
Showing off for Karen as they never would for Coach in mere practice, the team really pressed in on him this time. Determined not to let anybody beat him, especially after such a great talk with Karen, Clark really poured it on, flipping quickly at the far end of the pool and bearing down equally hard on the back fifty. As he touched the electronic sensor at the head of his racing lane he noticed by the clock above that he had bettered an already fantastic hundred meter time by almost two tenths of a second. He dragged himself over the edge of the pool apron and flopped to his back.
"All-l ri-ight!" Karen was screaming happily. "Now that was a heat that couldn't be beat."
Even the corny rhyme Coach used as a prelude to dismissal sounded beautiful.
"Fletcher, get your back off that cold tile. If all you guys will promise never to tell Coach, I'm going to call that heat good enough to warrant an early day so you can all get on over to Ship's big party. If-f you're dumb enough to go to a pool party in October… As if you'll be staying in the water very long anyway."
With a great big "Yay-y!" for their pet coach as she went into her office, the fellows grabbed sweat suits and sneakers and cut for the door. All except Faithful Husband Clark Fletcher who sat on his dead ass watching them with his already benumbed feet dangling in the cold cold water.
Jerry Shipley stopped suddenly and spun around as if to come back and insist again that he come to the pussy party and help him check out his new flock of cunt-broads. Wavering, but then pretending not to see Jerry even as he felt so lousy for treating his best friend like this, Clark scrambled to his feet and went into the water in a long shallow dive. He stayed beneath the surface for nearly the whole fifty meters and when he came out of the water Jerry was gone, too.
Clark cast a yearning glance through the block window and his hollow loneliness deepened. He had thought she might be sticking around to test out her own theories in spite of her old man being right here in the same building. But then she probably understood that one better than he did, too. She'd made it sound like it was for her own satisfaction that he should wait until he talked with Tannsy but she probably knew as well as he did that if he was to try it and fail with Karen Somers, the very greatest piece of cunt in the whole damn world, he might as well forget it forever. He'd never be able to get it on with anybody again, including his two great sexy little sisters.
Opening his locker door with one hand while pulling at the tie of his trunks with the other, Clark froze as he felt a silent step behind him. Immediately he felt a warm body press against his ass but a hard cold something poke into his side.
"Don't take those trunks off, buddy," a gruff, surly voice ordered.
He knew who it was, of course, but his sluggish mind couldn't get into what kind of crazy thing she was pulling on him this time. As he turned, Karen burst into a fit of girlish giggles, stretching to put the starter gun on top of the lockers. In the same fluid motion, she stepped against Clark, slipping her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, and squirming her warm soft-firm stomach sensuously snug into his.
Almost immediately Clark became lost in Karen's soft searching lips and her big luscious breasts mushing so warmly against his bare chest. Then he felt the lips quirk into a mile-wide smile under his. Surprised, he snapped his eyes open to meet hers and, even as he did, his own feelings centered super-thrillingly on the reason Karen was grinning. He had a great big enormous erection straining into her crotch through their swimming suits. A great huge wonderful glorious gigantic stupendous hard-on. Not in the torturing aloneness of his pad at home, not with some stupid overanxious broad who was afraid she was fading, not in the first nervous-making stages of getting it on with some new young broad. He had a great, big beautiful hard-on right here in the privacy of an empty locker room with a ready, sexy, woman who was always so much more than willing to do something about it with him.
Without a word, Karen pushed back from Clark. She dropped to her back on one of the padded benches, a nasty-dirty little kid grin all over her ruddy-flushed face, lifting her gorgeous legs high and spreading them wide, one hand invitingly pulling the crotch of her stretchy nylon tank suit to one side. The clinging material caught the hair on one side of her cunt, momentarily showing the red gash inside, already wet and shining with juice, ready and waiting for his tingling, throbbing, beautifully hard superprick.
"Hit the line, Goliath," she murmured huskily, her lush breasts rising and falling in her own quickening breathing. "-No, baby, don't take 'em off. Just slip that magnificent piece of cock to me before I die. That beautiful sexy bod of yours has had me like screaming ever since you kissed me in the office. Before that. All day-y."
"My-y beautiful body!" Clark laughed. He eagerly straddled the bench between the full warm thighs but then, grinning happily, he dared to test it, standing there teasing Karen with the sight of that big hard old red-headed cock glaring out in front of him.
Frowning fiercely, Karen scrambled upright to yank at it with both hands, pulling Clark with her as she lay back down. With her own sly grin, she held him back just as the head of his dick touched the crisp tickly hair of her cunt. She scrubbed the cushiony point up and down her slippery slit a couple of times, tilting her own hips to bunt it against her throbbing clitoris, and then, placing just barely the tip end of his cock at the mouth of her cunt, dropped both hands over the sides of the bench, grinning up at Clark, tacitly inviting him to take over from there.
Bending his knees in a half-squat, Clark rolled his hips back and rammed his bulging cock at that teasing cunt, hitting the edge of her cunt but then slamming so deep into her it lifted Karen's hips completely from the bench. He gasped, almost blowing his nuts on that very first thrust. Karen's cunt felt like boiling water after the cold encasement of his wet swimming trunks.
Karen pulled him down on top of her and nipped his shoulder, hard, shocking him out of his too quick blast off. "Th-there ya go," she murmured when she felt him relax inside her. "Now you can fuck me with that great big hard prick and not be in such a hurry about it. Hey, no, Fletch, I said don't take your pants off."
"Well, why not, now you've got it in you? You never wanted it with clothes on before, Karen. What's with you all the sudden?"
"I still like it best with no clothes on, hey, baby, but I like staying alive to get some more of it, too. What if somebody-say like my superpugilistic husband?-should walk in here. Being alone together might be some damaging even as coach and swimmer but I would like to be in a position to get our suits straight in case of such an emergency and have the evidence at least a lit-tle less incriminating, wouldn't you?"
"Pshit! The way we are when you and me get going we'd never hear anybody come in in the first place."
"We will this time, baby. When I came in I just happened to see a mop bucket sitting there handy. Anybody comes through that door before we're through, he's going to make one helluva clatter, believe me."
"Get outa here, you ding dong. This joint's got the best janitor in the business. He'd never leave any mop bucket lying around."
"I th-think I only said handy. The broom closet ain't all that un-handy from the door, is it?"
Clark burst into happy laughter. An exaggerated grimace wrinkled Karen's nose as his stiff stiff cock wiggled inside her. Her hips bumped up at him.
"Hey," she said, "you think we've talked enough now so we can fuck and still have that big old thing last a while?"
Clark burst into laughter again. "Ah-h, Karen," he said, "you're really so-ome kind of woman, you know it? You really really are the greatest person I know."
Karen suddenly swallowed something hard to get down. "Then you'd better kiss this kind of woman and start the hell fucking, don't you think?" she finally got out. "And stop it with all the silly chatter?" She wrapped her legs around him and settled into a gentle loping motion, humping Clark in sultry little rolls like he was riding a rocking horse. Or backwards, maybe, like some specially built rocking horse was straddling him from below.
Clark held fast against Karen for a moment, kissing her again and then staring intently into the sultry green eyes that went so prettily with her clean-shiny red hair. He realized with a start that Karen's eyes were almost the exact same color as Tannsy's. They even had the same glittery glint of excitement Tannsy's got when they were trying some kicky new thing together.
Karen began coming on heavy all of a sudden, her slitted green eyes fairly glaring at him. Her breathing grew thick and gulpy, her rocking motions stronger until, at the top of each new rock, it felt as if her warm grip on the cheeks of his ass was pulling like the whole curve of his groin into the juicy cove between her flailing legs. Gradually, her eyes turned fuck-misty and her fluid hips began to flow into that final, rubbery, lashing at the end of each greedy stroke that nobody but she and Mrs. Compton had ever come on with when they were fucking him.
Karen broke out in a stifled gasp suddenly that dragged out into a faint moaning. The tight circle of her legs clamped onto Clark's waist high above his hips, her hot hands moved down to the backs of his thighs. Squeezed into her from above and below, there wasn't an inch Clark could move externally except to ride with her. He could feel his cock wig-wagging inside her, up and down and around like a railroad signal gone mad.
Frantically, Clark's fingers clawed at the top straps of Karen's tank suit to tear them over her soft round shoulders and free her marvelous breasts. His hands cupping the firm rounded sides of each of them, his face in the sweaty valley between, the image of Tannsy's huge green eyes finally began to fade.
About two strong sucks on her stiff-straining nipples and Karen crested, breaking into a loud keening wail and rioting up in a squealing heave that would have sent Clark flying over her head had she not been holding him so tightly. The walls of her voracious cunt strained tight around the piston of his dick, sucking hard at it on the straining backstrokes and, as Karen ground it back into herself, pumping noisy grunts of cunt juice along the entire length to squirt past the tight lips and tickle into the hair at the base. The walls of Karen's cunt collapsed, sucking the juice back into her sheath with an extended slurping sound and the terrible tickling started buzzing into Clark's balls from clear back around his asshole.
He bawled hoarsely as the hot thick lumps of semen came banging up the tube. He threw himself at Karen's rocking body with the frenzy of a madman. Both feet slipped on the wet cement floor and he upended, clumsily flopping forward atop Karen. Too weak to raise himself for more of the beautiful frantic pounding, he let himself lay on the soft cushions of her breasts, gulping and gasping for breath.
Tenderly, Karen caressed the back of his head and his tense-stiff neck even as her cunt below kept coming on with the involuntary grippings that caressed the finally softening length of his still jerking dick. As her own breathing grew easier, she began caressing the hand tenderly down his back and feeling around on the smooth cheek of his sweating ass. On a spurious kick, she slipped feathery fingertips under his trunks and between his legs to tickle a surprise to his still throbbing balls.
Clark surged against her crotch and then raised his head from her comfortable shoulder hollow to frown down on her, stern and mean.
"I wouldn't call that the longest one we ever had, would you, baby?" Karen panted, grinning up to his sweat plastered face.
"Maybe not, but I'll bet we'd call it the best one I-I ever had."
"No-o sh-shit?? Hey, we'd better be a little practical this one time and not extend it too long, don't you think? Grab me a towel from your locker, would you?"
Slouching back on the bench and wiggling her breath-jerking ass a lot more than seemed necessary to pull the crotch of her tank suit further from her middle, Mrs. Somers wiped at her gash with her deep-down dirty grin, all the time watching Clark watching her. She peered at his middle all of a sudden as if she had spotted something wrong there.
"Hey," she said seriously. "Come here a minute."
With dainty, finicky, fingertips, Karen picked Clark's limp wet dick from his legs and studied it. Rolling suddenly, she darted her head and stuffed the whole soggy sponge roll into her mouth. She sucked it clean, skinning it back while it was in the warmth of her mouth to get the neck, too, with the tip of her tongue. Though she now had a clumsy bulky war club facing her, Karen again held it with dainty fingertips while she licked into the crisp hair of Clark's pelvis. Her upturned fist now holding the big clumsy cock up and out of the way like a big wooden handle, Karen bunted Clark's legs apart and ran her warm sloppy-wet tongue one teasing, tantalizing, time over his supersensitive bag of balls. Acting as if nothing in the world should possibly be bothering him, she sat up on the bench, then, and calmly began toweling her spit from his body.
Clark hunched Karen back onto the bench, trying in the same move to close in on her lithe, suddenly eel-like body. Karen closed her legs, twisting away from him and holding him off with a hand against his hard stomach.
"Get outa here, you s-sex maniac," she giggled. "God's sakes, don't you ever get enough?? Besides, that meeting's gotta be over by now. How'd you like my husband to walk in and kill us b-… Oh well, maybe one more little quick quick quickie, hey? Live a little, fuck a lot-no, wait. I've got a better idea. Where's your van?"
"Home. I've been walking a lot lately. For exercise."
"Oh, shit. Oh well, no matter. Get dressed and wait in the parking lot near our bus-s-s-but not too near, you know? We'll just let Coachie walk it on home one time. Be good for his pot belly anyway. You-u and me-e, baby, we won't be going exactly straight home. We'll take that lon-ng way around like we used to; how's that knock your knockers?"