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THE ONLY WAY
   by Bank 
[Would like to exchange fantasies]

It was the only way he could think of to ever get his hands on
the boy.  Ever since his niece had married the humpiest boy in
Nebraska, Bob had been itching to get into that kid's pants. 
Randy was a gymnast and a wrestler in the State University both
he and Mary Ann attended and had the most beautiful body ever
seen in Hunter's Corners.  His chest development was moderate,
but it was perfectly balanced by a slim waist and a firm, up-
tilted ass that just wouldn't quit.  Every time the two of them
came over to swim in the family pool, Bob spent the day in the
upstairs bedroom window watching.  He couldn't trust himself
around the boy when he had that much skin exposed.  From the
bulge in the front of his suit, Bob assumed Mary Ann had no
complaints, either.  There was always so much horsing around in
the water, Bob lived in perpetual fear he'd get a hardon in front
of the entire family, if the kid so much as touched him -- so he
stayed away, much as he wanted to get a closer view.

Two weeks after the wedding, Bob bought a movie camera with a
zoom lens and started filming the pool parties.  But as he
watched that bouncing basket and those squeezable buns over and
over again on the screen late at night, he began to realize he'd
have to have more or he'd go completely crazy.

What really set him off, though, was one day when no one else was
around and Mary Ann and Randy started making out beside the pool. 
At first they just kissed, but then hands started slipping into
bathing suits.  Finally he rolled over on top of her and as her
hands disappeared into the back of the boy's well-filled suit,
Bob almost went crazy.  She started working his suit down, but
before anything could get started, there was the sound of the
folks' car in the driveway, and the two of them started laughing
and pulling themselves together.  As they broke apart, though,
Bob got a good look at Randy's enormous hardon just before he
slipped it back into his suit and dove into the pool to hide and
cool down.

Now just one week later, Bob was taking advantage of what might
be his only opportunity for some time -- Mary Ann was away for
two days and Randy was home alone.  As he peered through the
windows of the newlyweds' house just a little after midnight, he
felt a thrill running down his spine -- whether it was excitement
at what he was about to do, or fear of being caught, he wasn't
sure.  As he went from window to window he began to wonder if
Randy had somehow sneaked out without his seeing it.  Finally by
the bathroom window, he heard the sound of running water and
realized the boy was in the shower.  Perfect.

Quickly he slipped the ski mask over his head and sneaked in the
back door.  As he reached the living room he bumped a book that
was lying on the arm of a chair.  It hit the floor with a loud
whack and Bob jumped behind a curtain in case Randy heard
anything.  Lucky he did, because a moment later the boy appeared
in the living room door all toweled and golden, holding a towel
around his waist.  His pretty little nipples were hard as rocks -
- probably jacking off in the shower.  Deciding no one was there,
he flipped the towel over one shoulder as he turned and went back
to the bathroom.  That final glimpse of that dreamed-of pink and
white virginal ass made Bob's resolve (among other things) firmer
than ever.  As Randy disappeared back into the shower, Bob began
setting himself up for the scene.

A few minutes later, the shower was turned off and Bob could hear
the boy padding into the bedroom.  He gave him a count of 10,
lowered the lights, and let an ashtray fall with a crash. 
Immediately the boy came running into the darkened living room,
struggling into a pair of briefs.

Bob stepped up behind him from his hiding place behind the door,
grabbed him around the throat and shoved a toy gun into his back.

"Don't make a sound.  I'm not going to hurt you."  The kid
started to struggle, but quickly stopped when he realized there
was a gun.

"OK, good, now I want you to put on this blindfold so you won't
be able to identify me and we'll be all set."

"OK.  Just don't hurt me.  Take anything you want.  We don't have
very much."

"Oh, you don't, huh?  What have you got, then?"

"Well, I've got about $40 in my pants pocket.  And there's a TV
and a stereo.  That's about it."

"That's it?  No jewels?  Nothing?"

"Well, we just got married.  We don't have much money yet."

"Ah, ha!  I thought you looked a little young to be the Daddy
around here.  Well, we'll just have to figure out some way to
make me happy.  Where's your wife?"

"She's away -- she won't be home tonight."

"Oh -- too bad.  A little sex might have made the whole thing
worth it.  Let's just check the bedroom anyway.  Go ahead and
lead the way."

As Randy groped his way toward the bedroom, Bob just about
creamed in his pants.  All that lovely body his to play with --
all helpless and cooperative.  He'd have to keep it that way.  He
just couldn't get enough of looking at that ass as Randy stumbled
down the hall.  Just for the hell of it, he slipped up behind and
tripped him.  As the boy went sprawling, it was all Bob could do
to keep from jumping him right there.

"Hey, clumsy.  Don't you know your own house?"

"I guess not.  I'm sorry.  We've only been here a couple of
weeks."  Randy awkwardly got back to his feet and made it to the
bedroom door.  As they entered the bedroom, Bob grabbed the kid
and threw him on the bed.

"You lay there while I look around.  On your stomach with your
hands on your head."

Oh, this was the perfect angle.  Randy's ass jutted up as he lay
there in perfect half-moons.  The skimpy white briefs just made
it sexier.

"You know, there's just one thing I like almost as much as
fucking a bride -- you know what that is?"

"Uh -- no."

"That's rimming a groom.  You know what that means?"

"I don't know -- it doesn't hurt, does it?"

The boy was obviously scared.  He was breathing hard and sweating
a little.

"No -- it feels good.  And it doesn't mean fucking either.  Here,
let me take off those jockeys."

"I don't know -- what are you gonna do?"

"Come on, come on, relax."  Bob slipped the briefs off.  "Oh,
hey.  Now that is one pretty ass.  Now just keep your shoulders
down and get up on your knees.  I want a good look at this pretty
ass."

"You aren't gonna hurt me, are you?"

"Not unless you move too slow.  Now get it up!"

Quickly Randy raised his ass in the air.  Oh, prettier and
prettier.  Those muscular thighs and rounded cheeks were as
perfect as he'd known they'd be.

Slowly, Bob ran a finger down the crack of the boy's ass and
paused at his asshole.  With his other hand he reached under and
caressed the boy's cock.  "Very nice.  Now you just hold that
position a minute and think real dirty thoughts.  I want to see
you get a hardon.  While I'm waiting I think I'll get
comfortable, too."

Bob watched closely as he undressed to see if there would be any
response in Randy's cock, but the boy was obviously getting more
and more apprehensive.  His cock was big and plump as it hung
there, but not a trace of an erection.

"Come on, kid.  I don't see any hardon yet."

"I -- I can't.  I'm too nervous!"

"Look -- I won't hurt you.  Relax.  Think about tits and ass. 
Think about some movie star's big tits in your mouth.  Think about
slipping it into a cheerleader.  Think about some famous model giving
you a blow job."

As the last of his clothes came off, Bob could see the beginning
of a reaction in the boy.

"That's it.  That's better."  He went over to the bed and started
caressing the boy's tits and cock.  As he pinched first one
nipple, then the other, that enormous sausage began to grow until
Bob just couldn't believe it.

"Holy Christ, are you hung!  That is one beautiful cock, kid."

"Thank you very much."  He was still scared.

"Now let me just work on that ass for a while."

Quickly Bob knelt behind the kid, leaned over and started licking
his ass.  As he slipped his tongue up into the hot little hole,
Randy moaned and sighed.  "Oh, God."

As he rimmed the kid, he ran his hands up and down the downy
little body.  The kid was almost coming already from the
excitement.  Bob just kept pinching and prodding, poking and
squeezing, and tonguing that virgin ass.

"Oh, stop, stop.  I'm gonna come.  Oh, God!"

The kid started shoving his ass up as Bob thrust his tongue in as
far as it would go.  Suddenly the kid started coming and Bob
grabbed the boy's cock and kept squeezing and milking it until
finally the boy collapsed, drained.

"Oh, wow."

"That's OK, kid.  We've got lots of time."

"What -- what do you mean?"

"I mean you can do more than that, can't you?  OK, just recover a
little now.  How's the ass feel?  Good, huh?"

Bob sat on the side of the bed and started massaging the kid's
ass again.

"Oh, no -- I really don't think I can ..."

"Now listen, kid.  I said I wasn't gonna hurt you.  That's as
long as you're good, see?  You make me mad and you'll get
punished.  Got it?  Now you gonna be good?"

"Yeah.  Sure I will.  I'll try."

"OK, real good.  You been real good so far.  Just keep it up.  Or
at least try to keep it up.  Get it?"
Bob was starting to really get into his character.  If the kid
hadn't recognized his voice by now, he wasn't going to.

"OK -- for act 2, you're gonna have to do a little of the work,
too.  I don't want you to think I'm some kind of dirty old man,
so give me your hand."  He took the boy's hand and started
running it over his chest and stomach.  "See?  I've got a good
body, too.  Feel those tits?  That flat stomach?  In fact, next
to yours, I've probably got the best body around here."  He ran
the kid's hand up his leg to his upper thigh.  "Good strong legs,
too, right?"

"Uh -- yeah."

"You like my body?"

"Uh, yeah -- you got a real good one, feels like."
He slipped the kid's hand up to his hardon, and rubbed it up and
down.

"How's that feel?  Would you say that's bigger than average?"

"I don't know -- I guess so."

"What do you mean, you don't know?  Not everybody's got a horse-
dick like you, but I'm not much smaller."

"I don't know.  I never look at other guys."

"OK, punk.  I'm gonna teach you a lesson.  You don't give me the
answers I want, you get something you don't want.  Now, come over
here and put your head in my lap."

"Oh, no.  I'll be good.  You got a really big cock.  Really.  I
don't want to do that."

"Do what?  I haven't even said yet.  Anyway that's the whole
point -- you do something you don't want to.  Now get it over
here before I get mad."  Bob gave him one good slap across the
ass.

Quickly the boy scuttled around on the bed until his head was in
Bob's lap, face turned resolutely outward, the back of his head
against the man's cock.  The pink imprint of Bob's hand glowed on
the tender white ass.

"OK, that's a good boy."  Bob stroked Randy's hair with one hand
and ran his hand over the boy's back to his ass with the other. 

"Now you know you got a choice between heads and tails.  You just
made me a little mad, so you just have to do a little."  He ran
his finger down to the boy's asshole again and prodded it
slightly.  He ran his other hand over the boy's face and slipped
one finger between his lips.  "Either you just lick it a little,
or I'll just slip it in your ass a little, whichever you want."
The boy's ass twitched as Bob's finger probed and paused. 
Finally, slowly, he parted his lips and touched Bob's other
finger with his tongue.

"Good choice.  Real good.  Now just turn your head around and
lick my cock all over.  Just get it wet all over and that's all
you have to do."

Slowly, Randy turned his head until the man's cock was directly
in front of his face.  "That's good -- it's right in front of you
now.  Just stick your tongue out."

As the boy's tongue reached out, Bob couldn't stand the game any
more.  Grabbing the kid's head in one hand and his cock in the
other, he shoved it all the way into the boy's mouth.  "That's
good.  Now just keep sucking away."  The boy began trying to pull
back, but Bob just held him on the cock.  "Come on now.  Calm
down.  It doesn't hurt, does it?  Just relax and move your tongue
around it."  Finally the boy stopped fighting it and started
licking.  "That's real good.  Just keep on.  Just keep on." 
Suddenly, Bob felt he could hold off no longer.  Still holding
Randy's head, he started fucking the boy's mouth.  The boy
started resisting in earnest again, choking every time Bob shoved
it in.  "Come on, now.  Just a few more."  Finally, he felt
himself starting to come.  He just kept plunging in and out.  As
the come started spurting out, he pulled out and shot into the
boy's face.  God, he couldn't believe the load he had built up. 
By the time he was done, Randy was covered and dripping with
come.  "There now, you see?  That didn't hurt.  And you didn't
even have to swallow it.  I know you wouldn't want that."
The boy was almost crying now.  "You said I could just lick it. 

You didn't say I had to suck it."

"Oh, come on.  What's the difference?  I just got a little
excited.  Aren't you glad I got excited up here instead of down
there?"

And Bob slipped the tip of one finger up the kid's ass.

"Ouch."

"Well?"

"Yeah, yeah.  Better here than there.  Honest."

"OK, you see?  I'm being nice.  Now you just be good."

"Isn't that enough?  What else is there?"

Bob picked up the boy's briefs and started wiping the come off
the kid's face.

"Well, just a little more of the same, maybe.  You ain't quite as
good as a woman, so I'll just have to get a little more use out
of you.  You play any sports?"

"Yeah, some."

"Well, what?"

"Wrestling, gymnastics, a little tennis."

"Ah ha!  That's where you got the body.  That tight little waist
and nice big chest.  And that ass.  Ooh!  Baby, do you have one
hell of an ass.  Anybody ever tell you that?"

"No."

"Oh, I don't believe that.  I bet you get some comments in the
locker room.  Nobody ever grabbed that ass?"

"Oh, the guys clown around.  But nobody ever means anything."

"Hey, that sounds promising.  OK, for your next exercise, you are
going to tell me some exciting stories about the wrestling team
in the locker room, OK?"

"Oh, come on.  There's nothing to tell.  I'd feel stupid."

"Now, listen, baby, when I talk, you obey.  There's no
discussion.  All you have to do is say 'Yes, sir' and do what I
tell you.  Now, I'm not into S & M, so the 'sir' isn't necessary,
but the obedience is.  Got it?"

"Uh -- yeah.  OK."

"Well, start then."

"Uh -- I'm just not sure how."

"OK, let's set this up.  First of all, I want you to look sexy
for me while you're talking.  Lay on your back -- OK, now put
your knees up -- now spread 'em.  Good, now put your right hand
on your cock and your left hand on your right tit.  Good, now get
into it.  Strain a little.  Make it look exciting.  Turn your
head.  Hey, that's very good.  I'll make a model of you yet. 
Now you just keep pinching your tit and stroking your cock a
little while you talk, OK?  OK, now I'll help you start.  Think
back to the last time somebody grabbed your ass in the locker
room.  OK?  Got it?"

"Yeah."

"OK, when was it?"

"Yesterday."

"God, does it happen every day?"

"No!  Well -- I guess we screw around a lot, but it doesn't mean
anything.  It's just fun."

"OK, so tell about it.  Who did it?"

"Rob Tyler."

"What does he look like?  Is he good looking?  How's his body?"

"Yeah, he's good looking.  He's got dark hair and a real good
build -- he weighs about 160, I guess."

"Well, come on -- give some details.  Make it sexy."

"Well, I was just going to the shower when Rob grabbed me by the
ass.  He was sitting on the bench -- he was naked.  I had a towel
around me.  He reached up under the towel and grabbed my ass."

"What did he say?"

"Oh, I don't know.  Something about covering up my number one
asset.  He always says stuff like that, though.  Nobody thinks
anything about it.  He's just kidding."

"That's all?"

"Well -- no.  Than he grabbed me by the waist and sat me on his
lap and made believe he was fucking me.  He pretended to come and
then shoved me away.  He said something like, 'Oh, you're just
another whore.'  It was all just a joke."

"Sounds like quite a joke.  Did he get a hardon?"

"No -- what do you think?  It was just fooling around, like I
said."

"But you must have felt his cock against your ass when you sat on
it."

"Oh -- yeah -- I guess so."

"Did he actually rub it against you?"

"Yeah -- I suppose -- but he never got hard."

"Do any of the other guys ever do that to you?"

"Well, I guess so.  Sometimes.  They all tease me about my ass."

"I thought nobody ever told you you had a pretty ass."

Well, nobody ever meant it.  Anyway, it's just a joke.  Something
they tease me about.  I can't help it.  Anyway, I'm married and
everything."

"Nothing wrong with that -- you can be married and still have a
pretty ass.  In fact, some women like that.  Hey, looks like
you're recovering from that last round a little."

Randy's cock was starting to firm up again.  God, that was an
enormous thing!  No wonder Mary Ann always looked so happy.

"Anything else sexy ever happen?  You ever get a hardon when you
were wrestling?"

"Well -- yeah.  Once in practice."

"OK, tell me about it.  When, with who, who saw?"

"Well, it was a little embarrassing."  Randy's voice was a little
breathless as his cock started responding to his stroking.  Bob
reached over and started petting the boy's thigh.

"This wrestler from Penn State was gonna give a lecture to the
team in the gym.  He was in the same weight class as me, so I was
supposed to be the one he demonstrated the holds on.  Except
there must have been a mistake, because I'm sure he was a lot
bigger than me.  Anyway, the coach was out of town that week, so
Rob Tyler -- he's the team captain -- arranged it all.  He
probably just goofed it up.  He always does.  Anyway, I was
almost late getting there -- it was in the evening at 8 o'clock
and I had to get home and eat and get back -- and I ran down to
get in my wrestling uniform.  Some turkey stole my jock, so,
since it was just a demonstration, I wasn't too worried.  I just
put on the shorts and top and shoes and socks.  I always have a
big basket anyway, so I figured nobody'd notice anything special.

"Anyway, I ran up to the gym and this guy, Pete, comes over and
introduces himself.  He and I go out on this mat on the floor and
the other guys sit around us.  All the holds he's showing have me
on the bottom and it seems like every one of them ended up with
him grabbing my crotch.  I mean it was probably just coincidence,
and the only reason I noticed was because I was embarrassed about
not having a jock on and I was hoping he wouldn't notice.  A
lot of holds end up with your hand between the other guy's legs. 
It's good psychology, too.

"Anyway, I started getting a hardon.  The more I tried to stop
it, the harder it got.  Every time I got down on all fours, I
knew they could all see it -- the front of my shorts was halfway
to the floor.  I don't know, I thought if I ignored it, they
would, too.

"Seemed like the guy got a little rougher, then.  I don't know --
maybe he was pissed at me for screwing up.  Instead of grabbing
the crotch now he just grabbed the cock and squeezed it.  That
hurt enough that I would just fold up, anyway.

"Finally, just when I was about ready to give up and play sick or
something, he said, right out loud, 'You know, you're not wearing
a jock.'  I told him somebody had taken mine.  Then he made me
stand up and right in front of everyone he announced that I had a
hardon.  I said I was sorry, but he got really mad.  He pulled my
shorts down and showed everybody my cock -- course, everybody'd
seen that before, but not hard -- and then he bent me over his
knee and spanked me and sent me to the showers.  God, I was
embarrassed.  I mean, I'm 19 years old, and I've never been
spanked.  Everybody just laughed, though -- nobody thought
anything of it, really.  Afterward everybody said I was a real
good sport.  It could have been worse.  That guy must have been
some kind of nut."

"Not bad -- very good story.  Points for you, finally."  Both
their cocks were hard again by now and the kid was starting to
jack off with a little energy now.

"OK, hands off.  I don't want you coming yet."  The boy stopped,
obviously reluctantly.

"Now that sounded like a real good idea.  Looks like it turns you
on, too."

"Wha -- what do you mean?"  Randy started looking nervous again
as his giant cock twitched and rolled against his stomach.

"Why, spanking, of course.  Come on over here."

"What do you want to do?"

"Just get over here.  I'm just gonna spank you a little.  Like a
game, OK?  Not hard.  Just come over here and lay across my lap."
Surprisingly the humpy little number obeyed without any more
resisting.  "Ah, that feels good.  Now just slip your cock
between my legs.  There.  Now you can fuck a little while I
spank.  OK?"

"Uh -- yeah, OK."

"Oh, God, just let me feel this ass a little first."  Bob ran
both hands over those soft, delicious buttocks, squeezing and
kneading.  Suddenly he slapped them once, hard.

"Yow!  That hurt!"

"Oh, there, there, I'll make it better."  Bob leaned down and
kissed the spot.  Then he slapped again.

"Hey!  Cut that out.  You said you wouldn't hurt."

"Oh, that's right.  I'm sorry.  I did say that.  Well, I guess
I'll have to think of something else."  Bob ran his hands over
the ass and reached between the kid's thighs to rub his balls
a little.

"Lift up your ass a little.  A little more.  Good."  Bob ran his
finger down the kid's ass and started massaging his asshole
again.  Quickly, the boy dropped his ass again.  "Oh, you want to
be spanked?"  Bob slapped the ass again -- the glorious cheeks
were starting to turn quite an attractive pink.

"No, no."  Randy quickly lifted his ass up again.  "Don't spank."

"OK, that's better.  Now I just want to massage a little."  Bob
reached for his pants and pulled out a little tube of K-Y. 
Quickly greasing up his finger, he slipped it up to the first
knuckle into the boy's ass.

"Ow.  That hurts."

"How bad?"

"Not too bad -- just don't do it any more, OK?  I don't want to
be spanked, but don't hurt me."

"Just keep your ass up here."  Bob started stroking the kid's
cock to distract him as he began moving his finger in and out by
tiny amounts.  "Just relax.  This is going to be a prostate
massage.  Doctors do it all the time.  You've had a doctor's
finger up your ass, haven't you?"

"Yeah -- I guess so."

"Well, isn't this the way he does it?"

"Well -- yeah.  Except he usually just holds my cock while he's
doing it -- he doesn't jerk me off."

"He holds your cock?"

"Well -- yeah.  Isn't that how they're supposed to do it?  He
says that keeps my ass relaxed."

"What kind of position do you do it in?"

"Well, sort of like this, I guess.  I usually get up on the
examining table on my hands and knees and he holds my cock and
puts his finger in."

"Does he have you take your clothes off?"

"Well, sure."

"All of them?"

"Of course.  He always examines me naked.  Ever since I was about
thirteen."

"Do you ever get a hardon when he does that?"

"Sure -- that's the whole idea, isn't it?  When you hit the
prostate, the doctor says you always get a hardon.  Isn't that
the right way?"

"Sure, sure.  I guess your doctor knows what he's doing.  Anyway,
if he does it, it shouldn't be that bad for me to do it now, is
it?"  He slipped his finger the rest of the way in.

"Unh!  No -- I guess I'm used to it.  Just don't hurt me."
Bob started moving his finger around, to loosen up the hole. 

"Just relax."

"You gonna put another finger in?"

"Sure am.  That OK?"

"Well, the doctor never goes for more than three, so be slow,
OK?"

"Three fingers?"

"Yeah, he's trying to get me to try four, but I think that's too
much.  He says it's better for the massage, though."

"Holy Christ!  Why didn't you say so?"  Greasing up a little
more, Bob slid three fingers up the ass.

"Hey, go slow, now.  I'm not used to that yet."
He couldn't believe it.  He had three fingers in as far as they
could go and still no problem.  The kid's cock was harder than
ever.

"Hey, look -- if you can take three fingers, you can take a cock. 
Enough of this.  Get over there and get your ass in the air."

"Oh, no.  Please, not that.  I'm afraid."

"Look, I'll go slow.  I promise you, it won't be any worse than
the spanking.  Now shut up and get in position."
Slowly, the kid got back where he had been, shoulders down, ass
in the air.  Bob started loading him up with K-Y.

"Please, just let me suck you again.  I don't want to get
fucked."

"Just shut up."

Bob began probing the hole with the end of his cock.  As he
slowly eased the first inch in, Randy moaned.  He continued very
slowly but steadily, fucking inch after inch, pausing for the
kid's ass to adjust, then continuing.  By the time he was all the
way in, the kid was quiet.

"Are you OK, kid?"

"Sure -- are you in?"

"Am I in?  Of course -- can't you feel it?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so.  I just thought it would hurt."

"You tell me you've never been fucked before?  Does that doctor
ever shove anything else up your ass?"

"No!  Of course not!  You got a dirty mind.  After he gives me
the finger massage, he gives me a little sodium pentothal to
knock me out while my prostate recovers."

"What do you mean, recovers?"

"Well, after the massage, he says, the prostate has to readjust,
and that hurts.  So he gives me gas so I don't feel it.  And he's
right, too.  After I wake up, my ass is always still a little
sore."

"Good God!  How often do you see this guy?"

"Oh, I don't know.  Once a week, I guess.  He wants me to come
more often -- he says I really have a delicate prostate -- but I
can only afford once a week."

"You mean you pay for this?"

"Of course -- you think doctors are free?  Five dollars a visit. 
I think that's pretty cheap."

"OK, if you can survive that, you can survive getting fucked, so
hold on."

Bob fucked the kid as hard and strong as he ever had fucked
before.  By the time he came, he was worn out.  Randy came twice. 
Once right after he started and again just before he finished.

"How was that, kid?"

"I don't know -- it felt kind of good."

"You see -- you never know.  Well, that's it.  I'm done.  You've
been a great fuck and a good lay and I'd love to sit around and
admire that ass a little more, but I'm bushed."

Bob climbed off the bed and started putting on his clothes.
The kid lifted up his head, "Uh -- you won't say anything about
this, will you?  About fucking me, I mean.  If the guys ever
found out, I don't know what they'd do."

"I do.  They'd probably start fucking you for real in the shower
room every night.  No -- I won't tell -- I don't want that ass
getting stretched out of shape.  You never know when I might be
back in the neighborhood."

"Oh, gee -- thanks."

"Anyway, let this be a lesson to you.  When you're home alone,
keep the doors locked.  You never know who might be looking in
the window."

"Oh, I will.  Of course, the key's always under the back porch
flower pot anyway, but a burglar wouldn't know that, would he?"

"No -- I guess not."

"Well, I'll have to be careful tomorrow night, then, 'cause Mary
Ann's still gonna be away.  I always take a shower around this
time of night and I can't hear if someone's breaking in.  I
better keep the doors locked."

"Yeah -- you do that."

"OK."

"Well -- see ya."

"See ya."

As Bob walked out the back door, Randy came running out to the
kitchen.  "Hey, you forgot your blindfold."

"Never mind.  Keep it."

"No -- really.  I'll bring it over tomorrow.  It's Saturday, and
I'll probably be wanting to take a swim anyway."=1A