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whooping your ass right now.”
    “But you have to stomp on it to close the lid. That’s full. Jason said so.”
    “Hey, I’m just warning you. Try it, and your girlfriend will whip your ass,” Lance said, spinning around.
    Ian stepped around, getting in Lance’s face with a pleading look. “Dude, how the hell do you impress a girl when she’s seen skid marks in your underwear?”
    “Get darker underwear?” Lance grinned.

Chapter Four
    Hearing voices, Ian snapped his eyes open. “Damn it, Jennifer, slow down. I’ve never done this before,” he heard Lance say from the living room.
    “You don’t have to be so gentle, Lance. It really doesn’t hurt,” Jennifer snapped, and Ian sat up in bed with a startle.
    “Damn it, Jennifer, this is my first time, and if you don’t slow down, I’m going to bite one of your fingers off,” Lance snapped.
    “If you moved a little faster, we could get done with this. Everyone’s first time doesn’t take this long, and only the girl hurts,” Jennifer said, and Ian jumped up, looking for clothes in a panic. “Are you trying to make this last all day?”
    “Jennifer, slow down, and move your hands some so I can see,” Lance almost shouted. “Are you putting it in or taking it out?”
    “It goes in then pull back, grab, go back in, and move around. It’s not that hard, Lance, now speed up,” Jennifer giggled. Ian cried out in a low whimper as he dug in the dresser, pulling out shorts and jumping in them. Both legs went in one side of his shorts, and he busted his face on the floor.
    Not feeling any pain and yanking the shorts off, Ian rolled on his back and put them on right but pulled them up way to fast and gave himself an atomic wedgie. As his manhood got squished, Ian saw stars as he moaned, rolling on his side and cradling his groin.
    “Will you just hold it for a second and let me catch up with you? This is a lot of work,” Lance snapped. “Now, you grab, roll, and put it in again, right?”
    “Yes, that’s it, Lance. You got it. Now speed up, and you’ll see it’s easier, but don’t make a mess, or we have to start over,” Jennifer laughed, and the stars vanished from Ian’s sight as he jumped to his feet.
    “Do you have to make it so tight? It doesn’t feel right. Can’t you make it a little looser?” Lance asked, and Ian charged to the door of the bedroom with his vision getting red.
    “Don’t be a sissy, Lance. The tighter it is, the longer it lasts,” Jennifer smirked as Ian hit the door and threw it open, breathing heavily in grunts and balling his fists. He froze, seeing Lance and Jennifer sitting side by side on the sectional. Carrie was standing in front of Jennifer, and Allie was in front of Lance; Jennifer was showing Lance how to French braid the girls’ hair.
    Feeling light headed and sighing with relief, Ian walked over as Lance reached the end of Allie’s hair. “It doesn’t look comfortable,” Lance said in a low voice.
    “It’s easier to take care of,” Jennifer laughed as Ian stopped behind the sectional, and Lance put a rubber band on Allie’s hair. “Now, take the rubber band off, and let’s do it again,” Jennifer said, reaching for Allie’s hair.
    Grabbing her wrist, Lance narrowed his eyes at her as he growled. “You take that rubber band off, and I’ll bite two fingers off.”
    “Excuse me,” Jennifer laughed and noticed Ian. “Hey, Ian.” She smiled at him.
    Giving a weak wave, Ian put on a stupid grin as he looked at the clock. “Lance, why are you learning to braid hair at five a.m.?”
    Allie spun around and hugged Lance. “Thank you so much,” she said and kissed his cheek.
    “You’re welcome,” Lance grumbled, moving Allie out of the way. He jumped up and spun around, glaring at Ian. “I was asked to braid her hair,” he said in a low voice with a hostile look on his face.
    “Dude, I didn’t ask you,” Ian said, stepping back as Lance just walked over the sectional.
    Jumping off the