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another long pull of wine and lean forward to tell the story. “Kane was doing his best impression of a drill sergeant when I asked if I could exercise with him one day. Anyway, he seemed to think my body would do moves it is not designed to do….and I protested. He will tell you it was a tantrum. Anyway, then he made me mad by making a laddish comment, so I challenged him to a Boxing match. I distracted him using my feminine know-how, and threw an uppercut to his six pack……… then he elbowed me in the jaw.”
     
    Kane roars out a laugh. “Nice version! But you didn’t mention flashing at me!” He throws a cushion at my head.
     
    “Flashing at you?” Storm smirks.
     
    “Yeah, man. Not only was she trying to box with me in a fucking bikini, then when we get ready to fight, she pulls her top away and flashes her breast at me. That’s when she got me with the uppercut!”
     
    Storm and Dalton throw their heads back in laughter. Brains and I knuckle a high five. Kane winks at me at the memory.
     
    “So what happened then?” Brains urges further.
     
    “Nothing!” Kane and I shout in unison, rather too quickly.
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
     
    “Well, I’m hitting the sack. Six o’clock will be here too soon.” Dalton stretches out a long yawn and drains the last dregs of his beer out of the bottle.
     
    “What time is it?” I screw my eyes, trying to focus on the tiny numbers on my wrist watch. I give up, and reach for my wine glass.
     
    “Time I was going to bed too. That’s all I know.” Brains rolls herself out of her chair. “Oh, I might need a bit of a hand.” She giggles as she sways widely.
     
    Storm steadies her with his large hand. He sweeps an arm around her waist, picking her up until all her limbs are wrapped around his vast body, monkey style. She rests a weary head in the crook of his neck. “I’d better take this one up before she causes herself an injury trying to climb the stairs.” He chuckles.
     
    We watch him carry her away with ease disappearing up the stairwell. Dalton follows close behind.
     
    “I’m going to tidy up a bit. I can’t face this lot in the morning.” I gesture to Kane as I begin to gather armfuls of beer bottles. He says nothing in response as he joins in the clear up. “You don’t need to help. I’m alright with this.” I take some bottles out of his arms.
     
    “Maybe I want to help, sweet cheeks.”
     
    “Quit calling me sweet cheeks….or….” I scowl at him, poking him in the chest.
     
    “Or what, sweet cheeks?” And he pokes me right back, straight in the chest.
     

“Or……” As I pass the sink, I note the jug of water out of the corner of my eye. I hastily grab its handle, spin quickly and throw the contents over him. “Or…..this!”
     
    He roars with laughter and steps menacingly towards me. I back away slowly , not taking my eyes off him. I flash a quick look around the kitchen desperately searching for more ammo. Still he stalks slowly towards me, his eyes dancing with humour. A smile spreads across his face. He swipes a carton of milk, still walking towards me, slowly backing me into a corner.
     
    “You wouldn’t dare…” I squeal as he empties the contents over my head. I stare wide eyed as the milk runs down my face and soaks into my t-shirt. My nipples tense and peak as the rush of cold liquid hits my breasts.
     
    “Damn.” He groans, his eyes transfixed as the sodden material moulds itself around the curves and swells of my breasts. His eyes grow hungry with lust, the sheer image of his rising arousal causes my breathing to quicken. I steal a glance downwards through his body taking in the slight flare of his nostrils, the sharp rise and fall of his chest, and the outline of his cock as it thickens and strains against the material of his jeans.
     
    A whimper escapes from my lips as he steps slowly towards me, reaching out to me and cupping a breast in his hands. He flicks a nipple with his thumb causing me