Sure...but I'll bet your dad keeps the both of you busy with your ball playing. He's expecting a state championship and I don't think he'll settle for anything less."Ah...that's in xxxfun.top the bag. Ain't it, D?" Jeff mumbled sarcastically through a mouthful of spuds.You bet. I think we've got what it takes and with your dad's help we can..."Suddenly, a warm hand, touching Devon's thigh, surprised him and took his breath away. He was seated opposite his friend at a rectangular-shaped table. Ella had chosen to sit next to their guest and it was her hand on the boy's thigh. She made no attempt to hide the motion, but simply squeezed his firm thigh gently to get his attention. "Enough baseball for tonight. Finish your meals and we'll play some cards before Bruce gets home." As soon as she had completed her invitation the hand was removed and nothing more was said.For the balance of dinner, Devon was sure the woman's hand had left a permanent impression on his thigh. It still felt warm and tingly. He quickly devoured his portions and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once inside, he stood on top of an old step-stool that gave him enough height to reach the back of the uppermost shelf. It was there he knew some type of nudie magazine would most likely be found -- and to his delight -- it was there.