A little competition first

Briana still looked unwilling to join Rot until Wendy walked by. She still looked great, her perky nipples poking through her think silk top and her ass twitching as she walked. "Rot, why don't you come sit with us."

"Well," Rot said, "Briana does owe me a chocolate milk but I'm certainly not going to **** myself on her if--"

"Stay where you are." Briana practically growled as she turned toward Wendy. "Just run along scrawny-girl."

"Hey. Just because I don't have oversized milkers like all you anglo-girls do."

"I'm not Anglo, I'm Celtic," Briana fired back. "And these 'milkers' as you call them, are barely 'C' cups. They're not oversized, you're undersized."

"You think so? Really? What do you think, Rot?"

Boy, talk about a question that had no right answer. "It's not the tits," he said, "it's the girl who wears them."

"Which says exactly nothing." Wendy didn't look especially happy with his answer, but she didn't look mad, either.

Before Rot could say anything more, Briana plunked herself down next to him, crowding him so he was squeezed on both sides... sandwiched between the twins. It was a place he hoped he could spend some serious time.

"Well," Wendy said, "I wanted to talk to you about the dating program."

"Let's meet right before computer programming," Rot offered. "We can hash out the final details of the sales program."

"Perfect. I'll be there... with bells on."

"And nothing else I'll bet," Briana muttered.

"Did you say something, cow-girl?"

"Colleen, did you hear something?"

Wendy stomped her feet, then walked away, her butt twitching with promise... a promise Rot had turned down--for the moment at least.