Home Sweet Home

head slap

"Oh my shit," I repeated.

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"I knew they would not like us," Nicky said to her husband, sadly.

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She had to be kidding.

She was tall, maybe 5' 10". All legs. Big beautiful, well rounded, perky ..."

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I felt a hand across my head, slap style.

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"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

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"You were drooling," Betty snapped.

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"I was not," I said, wiping my mouth.

"I have a saliva condition."

I looked at Betty's chest. Her boobs were nipply.

"And what about you?" I barked accusingly.

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"Its cold," she contested.

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"Its like 70 degrees."

But I did understand the attraction.

Nick was a strapping, six foot tall, blonde haired, muscular ..."

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Betty hit me again.

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"WHAT NOW?"

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"Nick? Really?"

She gave me a dirty look.

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"If our appearances disgust you, we can change back," Nicky offered.

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"No. No. No," Betty and I said together.

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Nick smiled.

"Then shall we go?"

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"What about the Volkswagen?"

I pointed at the spaceship.

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"Why don't we just dump the piece of shit?" Nicky offered.

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Nick agreed.

He took what looked like a remote from his pocket.

He pressed a button.

Suddenly Eminem music filled the air.

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"That is the stereo," Nicky chirped, reaching for the remote.

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"I know that," Nick chirped back, holding the remote away from her.

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Harold was still stomping.

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"Give it to me," Nicky ordered, hands on hips.

Nice, shapely ...

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Another slap in the head.

I deserved that one.

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"I can do it," Nick insisted.

He pushed another button.