Five hours later! Any idea how long I stayed on?
::cops a feel, smiling and hoping A_R’s family isn’t watching::
Oh, yeah!? Well, where are ya now, huh? 
And that’s better. 
Wow, 12 hours and 30 minutes…
I guess we’re finally done congratulating Sapphire, eh?
Good job, Saph.
After being all woen out by Wolfie and punha’s incessant groping 
some of us needed a nap.
punha, AR’s age? You just don’t know what you’re missing when a woman is at her sexual peak - nay, her sexual plateau. 
Didn’t you notice that I’m walking with a limp?
And Arden, dear, if you’re worn out, then I have just the cure you need - a little hair of the wolf that bit you.
Ain’t nothing little about it, you animal. rowl.
Hey, AR, you should put someting cold on that…
I think I’ve got just what you need, and believe me, age-wise, we’re compatable. In fact, let me show you how well we “fit” together
<tab P into slot V>
See, perfect fit. Oh, my, and what a nice fit indeed.
My, my… who woulda guessed? Sensual massage and a perfect fit? Care to join our group marriage, or would you prefer to be the virtual side dish?
Didn’t you notice I’m sitting down now, and had been sleeping for almost a half day? A_R is quite . . . exhilarating.
Frosty, I don’t go in for that sort of thing. If you want to walk on the wild side, go put your “something cold” on someone else, thank you!
I can see how you’d be a perfect fit for AR, since she’s got a thing for ice.
(And Arden? You might want to get a few ice packs for iampunha. The poor guy is black and blue. My goodness, woman, what did you do to him???)
Since you’re all busy in your sordid little love triangle, I shall return my attentions to my lovely wife Mauvaise. I’ll just trim my mustache, slip out of these sweat pants, and expose that little spot by my hip bone that she likes so much. :: grrrrowwwwlllll ::
Oh my! I think I might need some of that ice over here, I’m getting very warm :: fans self ::
:: nuzzles the Spot :: MMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMM
What did she do to me?
What DIDN’T she do to me?
::Punha sighs and snuggles::
Who knew Punha was that flexible?
:: snuggle and a pat on the head ::
Well, I do thank you for the proposal, but I think I’ll stay single, and besides, you’ve got Wolvie already. I would, however, be quite honored to be your official side dish[sup]TM[/sup].
Oh, and BTW punha, DW spoke of your amazing wild ride requiring the post-coital icing.
Well, I tell you . . . all but two semesters in high school I did some athletic thing. The other two I was in a musical. And I’m still somewhat active. That gives for a certain amount of flexibility and . . . stamina;)
What is post-coital icing?
Heh. I have an Official Side Dish. You may put that in your sig line, thinksnow
Ohhh…Punha…
Let’s see just how flexible you really are…
I thought everyone knew that. Post-coital icing is that stuff that drips dow…
Ummm…
heh. Wrong icing.
According to AR, you are such a rodeo king that you need to apply icepacks to…certain locations. Instead of an icepack, perhaps more of an icesleeve is in order. If you catch my meaning there, slick.
ahem Back to Mauvaise. You kids keep it down, huh? Sheesh, you’d think a freakin’ train was coming.
<queue Mission Impossible music>
<pan around to punha reaching up and pulling of his mask, revealing ts>
That’s right, it was me giving you Mr. Toads Wild Ride[sup]TM[/sup] all along
Luckily, I can ice myself down fairly easily, so I can appear normally to everyone.
[sub]Post-coital icing, BTW, is the refreshing cool-down that becomes neccessary after an incredible, amazing, Earth-shattering, mind-melting night, morning and afternoon of…cuddling[/sub]
That answer your question? Maybe I should hang upside down and do that next time? Or do it balanced upside-down on the wall?