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Bestowal

... making him get up, and silently watches the end of the game with us. When the other team sinks a three-pointer at the buzzer to win by two, Jake could spit nails. He's hollering, throwing pillows at the set, complaining that it was a bad call, all the tricks guys use. For a while, Christie just sits and chuckles at his behavior, and then reaches for the remote control and clicks the set off. "What are we going to do now?" she asks the two of us. Still in a bad mood, Jake snarls, "We could sit around the camp fire and tell stories. It's that boring around here." "Good idea," she agrees merrily. "Derek, tell me about the time you two swapped girls." "Huh?" I reply wittily. I know Jake's told her about a few of our exploits, but that one's really out there. "Oh, I've got Jake's side of the story. He tells me about all the other girls he's had. He loves to impress me that he wasn't a virgin when we met. But I want to hear how it really happened." "Well, uh . . . ." I stutter. "It wasn't really much to talk about," I try to escape. "Jake, do you hear that? And you told me it was great." "It was," he drunkenly retorts. "Go ahead and tell her. Give her whatever she wants." "I don't know," I object. "Oh, come on," Christie begs. "Do it," Jake commands. "Okay, if that's what you want." For a few seconds I pause, trying first to remember what really happened, then attempting to figure out how Jake might have minimized or, worse, embellished, the story. Finally I decide to tell it ...

... pretty much the way it happened. "It was four or five years ago now, when we were roomies, just out of college. Neither one of us had anyone special at the time, and we went out one Friday night to a bar and a pair of girls were sitting there. We bought them a drink and told them some lies . . . " "What were their names?" Christie interrupted. "Stacie and Stella." How could I forget, the 'S-Twins.' "Cool. Jake, how come you can never remember the girl's names?" He just ignored her, so she says, "What happened next?" "It's getting pretty comfortable, so I invite Stella up to our place for a glass of Chablis, and the next thing you know the four of us are in the living room. I'm on the couch with Stella and I've got her bra off, and Jake takes Stacie into his bedroom. I take my good old time, and Stella's about ready to explode, when we hear Stacie's voice. 'You ready yet?' she asks. Stella yells to Stacie, 'not yet,' then she yells at me, 'I'm coming.' She was a loud one, screaming at the top of her lungs. We go at it some more, I've forgotten about Stacie interrupting, and then, when it's over, Stella hollers, 'Okay, your turn.' She gets up and marches into Jake's room and Stacie comes out to me without a stitch on." I can tell Christie's loving the story. Once again, her neck is blushed, and she's got that look in her eyes. "What did you do?" "What do you think? I gave her what she came out there for." "You were able to get it up again?" "Hell, yes. That was definitely not a ...