It's In the Script: New Jan 31

[TeenFan]

It's In the Script
Part 9.


Stian stands in the middle of the room, his right hand in the grip of the director's hand. With water still dripping off his semi-long blond hair, tricking down his body, the cheap rug is getting damp under Stian's feet. Neither of the two women in the room seem concerned about the rug getting wet. They don't appear concerned by anything, as if greeting a boy while he's naked is the natural order of things.

"My casting director did a good picking you out," Mrs. Flanders says, as she looks closely into Stian's face. "You look even cuter than the photos
that were sent to me. The photo of you shirtless in the sailor pants made me think about your character, made me think about the possibilities."

Mrs. Flanders' gaze drops down from the face, checking out the chest, then lowering to the other hand barely keeping anything concealed. Stian's left hand covers up the end of his dick, but since it's long and fully erected, only the head and the top half of the shaft is covered. Fully in view
are his testicles. They aren't overly large and impressive like his dick is, but they are of good size and hang with a lot of looseness. When Stian walks or runs they will bounce and flop almost as much as his penis.

"I think he's adorable. And he's got a firm and tight butt. Very shapely," Mrs. Ginger says, and she reaches down and pinches Stian on the ass.

Stian feels his face blushing. Yes, he wants to be in the acting profession, but he's never gotten used to hearing other people talk about his looks.
He's certainly never heard anyone complimenting his butt.

"What was your first acting job, Stian?"

"I was in a commercial for Nikon Cameras. I was a little kid trying to catch butterflies."

"That's a marvelous image," Mrs. Flanders says, as she lets go of Stian's hand. The director backs up to sit down on the bed. "Show me that little
boy. Show me how you chase butterflies."

"Ch..ch..chase butterflies? Right now?"

"Of course, right now. I want to see your enthusiasm and the look of joy on your face as you try to catch that big beautiful butterfly."

Stian is still confused and hesitant. He's still naked. Can't they see that?

"Come on, you can do it. Close your eyes and focus. Imagine the moment. Feel the emotion. Then open your eyes and....action..."

The old lady must be nuts. How can he act in this fashion, standing naked in the middle of a hotel room?
But the director insists, so he'll give it a try.

Stian closes his eyes. He thinks outdoor thoughts. He mentally places himself on a grassy field with large trees nearby. The sun is shining
brightly. The breeze is gentle and cool. Birds are singing in the trees with the sound of children laughing nearby as they run and play games.
Suddenly a large multi-colored butterfly comes into view. It's big and it is beautiful and he does want to catch it.

Stian opens his eyes. His eyes dart back and forth searching for the elusive butterfly. Stian smiles as he sees it floating several feet above his
head. Raising his arms, Stian reaches out toward the fluttering insect. He leaps for it, but it's just beyond his grasping fingers. The boy's still
erect penis smacks on the stomach with an audible "plop", but the little boy pays no attention to it. The butterfly moves toward the tree line.
Stian must give chase before it can disappear in the branches of a tree. Running in circles around the hotel room Stian makes several more
attempts to jump and catch it. His hard boner sways back and forth, smacking hard on his stomach several more times. Mrs. Flanders can see
an interesting thing. With how low Stian's balls hang they don't aways bounce in tandem with the boy's dick. Sometimes the penis will sway way
out one direction as his balls swing in the opposite direction. There is a lot of bouncy action going on there when Stian runs. It just begs for
slow motion camera shots.

Stian slows down his running and he comes to a stop. The little boy caught his butterfly. Stian's eyes sparkle and he opens up his mouth wide.
"I got it. I did catch it...look here, in my hands..." and Stian steps up to Mrs. Flanders. Reaching out his two hands clasped together, he shows
the old woman, whom Stian imagines as his grandmother, the little creature caught in the cage made by his fingers. Opening the hands the red
and blue insect slowly flaps its wings, then it takes off. Stian's eyes follow it as it departs...
The director stands up and she grasps both of Stian's hands.

"Very good, Stian. I'm impressed. You were just a pretty face on a photo page an hour ago. I see you have some skill as well."

Coming back to reality, Stian again notices that he is naked, that he just reenacted a scene when he was just nine years old, acting just like a
child without a care in the world. That nine year old child didn't care he was naked while chasing a butterfly. For those few brief moments as
he was in character, Stian didn't notice he was naked. Actually, he did know he was naked, but he didn't mind being naked, not as long as he
was that innocent little child.

"I really did see a butterfly in here," Stian says.

"Yes, that was a good job re-imagining a role you did years ago. Now what about doing something different. How good are your improvisational
skills. I want you to sit on the bed, right over here. I will describe the scene and what happens in the scene. I want you to react to what happens
to you. You think you can do that?"

Stian had heard the word "improvisation" but he isn't really sure what it means. "Sure, I guess so. I just make it up, right?"

"Yes, you are acting on the fly....there you go, sit just like that...Now Mrs. Ginger is going to act with you. You are sitting in a nice fancy
restaurant and the food is taking a long time to get here. You are bored and hungry, very impatient. Now show me..."

Stian sits in a chair in the expensive restaurant. The place is crowded. Hustle and bustle everywhere as wait staff runs around. Stian's parents
and some other adults sit at the table talking boring business mumbo jumbo. Stian can't understand a word of it and it's all soooo boooring he
could fall asleep with his face in his soup, but he doesn't have any soup. Nothing has been brought yet and Stian is starving. The hungry boy looks
around the table, then rolling his eyes he stares at the ceiling and he sighs. Finally, he's had it..."Where the food," the boy shouts impatiently. "I'm
starving."

Mrs. Ginger steps over to the bed. "Here is the soup course. You are all going to love this. It's the House Specialty. Roasted eel with shaving of
asparagus and tofu, with a dollop of fish eggs."

Stian looks at the steaming bowl. It has a funky fish odor. The glob of fish eggs on the top does not look delectable. The waitress dips a ladle
into the large bowl. She is going to put this slop into Stian's soup bowl.

"No. I don't want that. That's not what I ordered. I asked for Creamy Potato Soup. I want potatoes." Stian says, and he pushes the hand of the
waitress away. The waitress comes right back. She starts to pour the soup, but her arm is too far in Stian's direction. The hot soup goes onto the
boy's lap. The liquid, along with pieces of eel and fish eggs is all over Stian's crotch.

"Ow ow, that burns," Stian shouts as he stands up. "Look at this mess you made."

Mrs. Ginger immediately kneels down in front of Stian. Her face is only inches away from the tip of the boy's dick, which is still halfway hard.
"My apologies sir. I'll get this fixed right away." Mrs. Ginger pulls out a handkerchief. With vigor she begins rubbing all over Stian's lap. All along
the upper thighs she wipes, then she moves her hand upward. With thorough attention the cloth is rubbed along the boy's penis. Stian has a thick patch of hair above his shaft. This is where the fish eggs ended up, caught in the strands of light brown hair as if caught in some mossy seaweed.

Stian comes back to full reality. Seeing his partly stiff penis bobbing just inches in front of Mrs. Ginger's face causes him to lose focus on his
"Hungry Boy" character and he giggles.

"Cut, cut. You need to stay in character, Stian. You must go with whatever is happening until the director yells "CUT".

Mrs. Ginger stops her scrubbing on Stian's genitals. She had just started on the boy's balls and was amazed at how much they dangled down
and swayed back a forth at the lightest touch.

"I'm sorry," Stian apologizes. "It's hard to focus. I'm not used to this imrov stuff."

"We'll do more acting training later. In the meantime, let me get a closer look at you. Your character is described in the novel as a boy who is
very fit and athletic, good at running and climbing. The book is an action adventure story. It will be good to know how strong you are. Stian,
show me how many pushups you can do."

"Pushups? Right now? Right here?" Stian asks, looking around. Acting while naked is one thing. He can ignore the nudity for a moment as he gets lost in the character. Exercising while naked is something else entirely. Stian considers asking to put something on. His "Hungry Boy" character would have no problem demanding a pair of pants to put on, but Stian can't slip into a character that easily. The real Stian never speaks up for himself.

Stian steps back away from the bed. In the middle of the room, not far from where he can see the wet spots he made earlier, Stian gets down
into the pushups position. Mrs. Ginger counts out loud as the pushups are knocked out. Several times Stian looks over at Mrs. Flanders. How can
the old lady expect such things from him? Are there no rules regarding how much power a director has over the actors? He's not acting right now.
At thirty-five pushups Stian can't lift his body anymore. He slumps down on the carpet and immediately the aroma of moldy carpet and sea water
fills his nose. It's an awful stench so he gets up.

"We'll have to work on that. I want you to do 100 pushups young man. You are going to become a young Tarzan of the jungle. The young ladies
will drool when they see you."

Young Stian isn't drooling, but he is dripping. He's not dripping water this time, it's sweat. Knocking out thirty-five pushups in this warm and muggy
room has him almost as wet as when he ran out of the bathroom. Is he going to spend all day naked in front of these people? He should ask for
a towel at least. He could go into the bathroom and fetch a towel himself, but he's not about to open that door, not with an iguana loose inside
there.

"I think we have time for one more point of business before I go," Mrs. Flanders says. "Do you have a tape measure in your bag, Mrs. Ginger?
We can speed things up for the wardrobe department if we get his measurements sent to them right away. It will save at least two days time in
getting his costumes made."

Measurements? They need to measure him? "I ahhh, can't that wait till later, Mrs. Flanders?" but Stian's halfhearted protest is ignored. Soon
Mrs. Ginger has a tape measure, and everything is being measured. The circumference of his neck, thighs and waist (24 inches), along with the
length of his arms and legs is announced as Mrs. Flanders writes the figures down in a little notebook. His height is approximately five foot five inches.

As Mrs. Ginger measured all his body parts, one part in particular will not stay the same length. When she started Stian's dick was partly erected.
As the measurements began his dick started to grow. By the time Mrs. Ginger finished with the legs and feet the dick was once again on full blown
boner mode, pulsating with his rapid heartbeat. Mrs. Ginger places the end of the tape measure next to the shaft. Stian never expected his dick
will be measured too. However, he is curious. He knows he's grown a lot down there over the last year, but he never got around to measuring it.
Mrs. Ginger looks over at Mrs. Flanders, and she has a strangely awed expression, with a pleased and happy look mixed in.

"This boy is a monster. He's seven and one-quarter inches. I'm going to measure again to confirm these numbers."

Over seven inches? Holy Cow, Stian had no idea he had grown that much. A sly smile spreads across his face. He's a beast.

Right then there is a knock at the door. Moving quicker than Stian could have imagined, Mrs. Flanders walks to the door faster than a woman of
her age should move. The door is yanked open before Stian has a chance to think about running for cover, as if there was a place to run and hide.
The only place to run to is the bathroom.

Standing at the open door are two people Stian recognizes. It's Julienne and her brother Flambe. They are both still in their swimsuits.

"Can we talk to Stian?" Julienne asks.

"Of course you can. Come on in," Mrs. Flanders says, and she ushers the two kids into the room.

Julienne's eyes get wide when she sees Stian naked in the middle of the room, his dick pointing upward and sticking out so far.
Flambe starts laughing. It's an infectious and happy sound and soon everyone in the room is laughing along....all except Stian.

Seeing him with a big boner is one thing and laughing is another. Stian covers up, though it's really too late for modesty.

"What do you want?" Stian shouts at the two kids.

"We don't have to go home till much later," Julienne says. "Daisy, Saute, and we wanted to know if we could hang out with you. Maybe get your autograph? I can tell you're going to be a big star someday."

[Themarble]

Very exciting read TeenFan! The ending was very nice too. I'm hoping now that Mrs. Landers makes a couple adjustments to the script now that she has seen nearly all of Stian wares (;. I'm very exciting to see the filming soon.

[TeenFan]

Yes, the original script only has Stian in his underwear for much of the movie.
There might be some changes to the screenplay, some more revealing additions to the story.
More action, more adventure, more dick on display you might say...

[Trundle]

Really loving this so far and I agree, I hope Mrs Flanders decides to add some scenes of nudity to the film now she has seen Stian in all his glory.

Interesting how Stian didn't really seem to mind being naked with them eventually, are we seeing a little exhibitionist streak developing in the boy? Can't wait to see what kind of hanging out Julienne has in mind...

[TeenFan]

It's In the Script
Part 10.


Things have been going from one level of embarrassment to a higher level. Ever since he ran screaming from the bathroom he's been without
clothing. He had to do acting lessons with his new movie director, not only while naked, but with an embarrassing erection. Stian thought getting his body and then his penis measured was a bad is could possibly get. Standing naked in the hotel room, with his aroused penis on high alert,
as some of the kids he met at the volleyball court barge in, Stian wishes he'd never gotten on that plane to come to the Bahamas.

"We want to know if we can hang out for a while, Daisy, Sautee, and us."

The audacity of those pesky kids. They think they own this place and can just hop on in anytime they want to. Stian will put a stop to this.

"Now is not a good time for me," Stian tells them, using as much of an authorative voice as his fourteen year old throat can muster.

Stian's guardian, the ever bubbly and resourceful Mrs. Ginger, cuts him off with a difference of opinion.

"Now is a great time for a meet and greet. I just love meeting the new fans of my clients. Now come closer and tell me how you guys met up."

Stian looks at his guardian with raised eyebrows. He's puzzled. Wasn't it Mrs. Ginger who sent Stian outside to meet the kids at the volleyball
court? Wasn't it all her idea to make new friends and fans?

"We met at the volleyball court out back," Flambe starts the story. "We had an awesome match. Stian and me against Daisy, Saute, and Julienne.
The score was tied 14 to 14."

"And then there was an accident. My brother hit the ball and the ball hit Stian." Then Julienne had to pause, as she was laughing.
"We had to ice Stian's balls. He had a booboo."

Mrs. Flanders steps up to Stian, and she grabs his hands away from hiding his crotch.

"I had no idea you had been injured....let me see now...I don't see any signs of damage," and Mrs. Flanders looks toward the two kids. "You did
apologize to Mr. Strickland for...for causing any pain and inconvenience, didn't you?"

Flambe speaks up immediately. "I think so. Maybe he didn't hear me. He was rolling around on the ground."

"Now you come over here. Shake hands and give him a hug. We don't want any hard feelings. It's too soon for lawsuits to start flying around
here."

Flambe giggles as he steps forward, reaching out his hand. Stian and the twelve year old shake hands, then briefly embrace in a hug. Julienne
steps forward to hug Stian, even though she had nothing to do with the errantly directed volleyball. It was Daisy who hit the ball the last time
any of the girls struck it. Julienne stepped forward because when was the last time she had a chance to hug a naked soon to be famous actor
boy. Shaking Stian's hand, Julienne has an important question to ask.

"We iced his dick too, so why is it so swollen again?"

Flambe doubles over as he laughs. Stian can feel his face blushing. Is there no end to the shame? Looking down at it, his circumcised and swollen
head points right at the girl. It appears another treatment of ice might be the only thing that will knock down this pesky erection.

"I am pleased to meet you two, but unfortunately I must go. Lots of planning to do." Mrs. Flanders shakes Stian's hand. "I'm looking forward to
this collaboration on my movie. I think we will accomplish wonderful things together. Mrs. Ginger, get the names of Stian's friends here. I'll send
some personalized movie passes to them when the time comes. We'll have another meet and greet." And with that said, and in the movie business it's best to get in the last word, Mrs. Flanders leaves the hotel room.

"What a wonderful old lady," Julienne says, as she closes the door.

"Wait till you are late arriving to the set, or have the wrong outfit on for the scene. She's a real bitch when things don't go right," Mrs. Ginger says
in a whisper, just in case her boss is still close by in the hallway.

"Well, can Stian come out and play again? There is still plenty of day left," Flambe says, as he literally bounces on his feet he's so eager to go.

"I dare you to come out the way you are," Julienne says, as she eyes Stian up and down then gives him a wink.

Stian looks over at Mrs. Ginger. He's hoping his guardian says he can't go out and play.

"Sure he can go out and play. But I know what you are thinking, Stian. I'm not going to let you use that awful swimsuit you brought over with
you. You are going to use the Bahamian shorts I gave you...or you can go out like you are, though I do recommend putting some sunscreen on
your white ass."

"Where are your shorts, Stian?" Julienne asks, looking around the room.

"His shorts are in the bathroom. Stian won't go in there because he opened the window while he was in the shower and an iguana climbed in.
You should have seen it...he ran screaming from the bathroom like a monster was after him. Mrs. Flanders would have loved to have captured
that on film, priceless."

"You're scared of iguanas? They don't scare me none," Flambe says as he puffs out his chest. His waist looked so skinny that Stian thinks the
boy's swimsuit might fall down. Flambe has a lot of bravado, but can he back it up?

"I bet you won't go in there. I bet you can't capture that thing. It's huge, a real monster."

"I'll make that bet with you. If I can grab the iguana and get it out of here, you have to do something for me...and for Julienne. Each of us gets
to Dare you to do something, and you can't refuse."

Stian thinks for a while. He just challenged Flambe to turn into the latest version of the "Crocodile Hunter", but if Flambe succeeds in ridding the
hotel bathroom of the beast he ends up doing two dares. Tough decision. Curiosity gets the best of him. Stian wants to see if the little twelve
year old can "slay the dragon". Stian is also aware Julienne and Flambe are looking at him, that more time is passing as he stands naked in front
of everyone. Fortunately, his super stiffy has gone down to a still big looking half hardon. At least it isn't pulsing and bobbing up and down
like before.

"Okay, I'll do it. But I won't do anything in public. It has to be something that can be done in this room. We don't want no scandal now do we
Mrs. Ginger?"

The guardian nods her head. "I agree. No scandal. Keep any dares inside this room, and no cameras."

[Trundle]

The story keeps getting better and better!

I was sure that if Flambe could grab the iguana the dare would be for Stian to have to go out and play completely naked and most likely with his erection but with anything in public being ruled out I'm very curious as to where this is going.

Cannot wait for more!

[TeenFan]

It's In the Script
Part 11.


Everyone waits with great anticipation as Flambe quietly steps over to the bathroom door. The crazy kid is going in after the giant lizard.
He seems confident he can catch the beast, but he didn't say how. The claws on the iguana are long and sharp. They'd rip right through skin,
and all Flambe has on is his skimpy speedo swimsuit.

Flambe opens the door slowly and he peers inside. His sister Julienne stands right behind him. Is she going to go in too?

"He goes in by himself or it doesn't count," Stian says.

"I'm not going in there. Not without a suit of armor," Julienne replies. She hangs back as her brother takes a step inside the bathroom.

"You don't have to do this. I can just call the hotel manager," Mrs. Ginger adds, but without much urgency. It seems she is just fine with this,
even though she should be looking after the welfare of everyone in the room. She is supposed to guard and protect those around her, yet she lets
a twelve year old go in to catch a monster.

The super brave little lad takes another step into the bathroom and the door shuts behind him.

Stian joins Julienne in crowding up against the door. Everyone presses the sides of their heads against the wooden door. For several seconds
not a sound can be heard. The suddenly there is a sound of scraping and scratching, a burst of cuss words follows on the heels of the clickety
clack clawing sounds. "Shit....hell...hold the fuck still you scaly bastard...ow ow...damn..." There is a bang against the bathroom door.
The whole thing shudders. Juliene screams out and she backs away. Stian also steps back, and he grabs Julienne's hand. The concerned girl
reaches around Stian's waist and she holds on, jumping as another shudder and bang hits the door.

"Do something Mrs. Ginger," Stian pleads. "Call for backup."

No more sounds come from the bathroom. Stian and Julienne look at each other, then both turn to look at Mrs. Ginger.

"Somebody open the door." comes a shout from inside the bathroom.

Mrs. Ginger opens the door. Sauntering out like it's just another episode of Coyote Peterson's Brave Wilderness on Youtube, Flambe brings out
the iguana. The lizard looks to be as longs as the boy is tall, but most of what can be seen is the tail and the head. The body of the beast is
wrapped up in a hotel towel. The iguana appears to be secured. Flambe is grinning, having just proven how brave he is.

"You did it. I can't believe you did it," Julienne shouts, and she jumps up and down excitedly as her brother, still beaming, walks by holding the
large lizard. The iguana makes an attempt to wiggle out of the towel. It flips its tail wildly. It reaches the head out, hissing and snapping its
teeth. Stian lets go of Julienne's hand. Squealing like a little kid, Stian jumps on the main bed, his now mostly soft but still impressively long
penis flopping as much as the tail of the iguana.

"Open the window," Flambe asks, and he receives as Mrs. Ginger rushes to the window to open it up.

Holding onto the towel with one hand, the iguana is placed on the windowsill and gently nudged outward. The lizard takes the hint and its front
claws start pulling on the outer wall just below the widow. Then in a flash the iguana is gone. Julienne claps her hands. Flambe holds out the
towel, which now has several small rips and tears. That towel will not be stolen by the guests. The brave little boy then shows he has one scratch
along his left arm that is bleeding a little but not too deep.

Instantly Mrs. Ginger goes into action. Pulling out a first aid kit, she has Flambe sit down on the bed to get the wound treated. Julienne gets a wetted washcloth, and working together with Mrs. Ginger the little brave hero's booboo is soon cleaned, sterilized, anti-biotic ointment applied
and bandaged up. Stian is of no help during the doctoring up. Flambe, standing there as he gets worked on, asks Stian to go to the window
and shout out for Saute and Daisy. "Tell them to join us."

Stian pokes his head out the window of the second story hotel room. He sees the two girls reclining on deck chairs at the pool. He shouts out to
them to run up to room, tells them room number 240. Stian watches them wave and run toward the door of the hotel. He looks out a while
longer after they disappeared from view. Stian can see the ocean from here. He had noticed it before but had not really dwelt on how close
it is, just a short walk away. Perhaps he would like to go out after all, if he could only find a way to walk around in something less revealing...
and speaking of revealing...he's still naked. Daisy and Saute will be here any second now, and he's standing around gawking with his thumb up
his butt.

Stian runs for the bathroom. He gets inside just as there is a pounding on the door. Somebody opens the door and the two girls come in.
Stian grabs the Bahamian shorts and puts them on. Before stepping into the hotel room, he hears Julienne explaining what took place, how it is
that Flambe needs medical assistance. It takes a couple minutes for the full story to be told. Stian comes out, standing nearby as Julienne and
Flambe tell their story.

Daisy and Saute look over at Stian when it's mentioned Stian was naked when Julienne and her brother came to the room.

"His shorts were in the bathroom, and he was scared of the iguana," Flambe tells them.
"You missed it. His dick was big and hard the whole time," Julienne adds.

Mrs. Ginger adds more info, some details Stian wishes were kept private. "You missed out on a lot. Stian was naked when he reenacted and improvised acting for Mrs. Flanders. He even had to do naked pushups to show the director how strong he is."

At every mention at all the things Stian had done while naked, either Daisy or Saute shot a jealous look in Stian's direction, mostly looking down
at the shorts he has on. The two girls missed out on the fun and are probably dreaming up some scheme to see it all for themselves. Their eyes
lit up upon hearing Stian is obligated to do two Dares, since he challenged Flambe to ridding the hotel bathroom of the scaly beast.

"Let's go out and swim again," Saute suggests, making another glance down at the Bahamian shorts.

"Sorry. I'm not going out right now. It's uh, it's too hot outside right now," Stian informs them. He knows what the girls want. They want to
strip him and make him swim naked.

Stian gets several disappointed looks simultaneously from all the girls.

"We can't just sit around here," says Daisy.
"What is there to do?" asks Saute.

"I've got an idea," Mrs. Ginger shouts out. She steps over to one of her travel bags. Rummaging around in the bag for twenty seconds or so, she
pulls out two plastic cases. She holds these out for the group to see. "How about seeing a movie? These two are old movies that Stian's director
made years ago. Holding up the two DvD cases, the kids get a look at the covers. One shows a picture of a clown. Nothing unusual there, but the
clown is holding a pitchfork with blood dripping off of it. "The Clarksville Clown" the title reads. The other movie cover shows three kids wearing
space suits, as they stand on some alien landscape. The three kids, two boys and a taller girl, are smiling. It looks like a nice family friendly space
adventure film. "The First Astro-kids" the title reads. Hmmm, what to watch...a killer clown or the space children....tough decision...

"I vote for the space movie," Stian says.

Flambe votes to watch the Killer Clown, but he gets outvoted four to one.

"I'll get the movie set up. These tv's have a built in Dvd player. I hope it works. You kids find a way to make the room darker. Pull the sheets off
the bed and cover the window."

Mrs. Ginger turns on the tv and pops the movie into the DvD player. Together everyone else helps get the window covered up. Soon the room is
much darker and the whole group of kids, all five of them, plop down on the big bed. All the pillows were grabbed from the two bunk beds and
soon everyone has something to lean back against. The five kids, all dressed for the beach, for swimming in a pool, settle down in a tight cluster
to watch a movie.

[Themarble]

Darn! The girls just missed out on a view. Knowing you though Teenfan, those shorts won't stay on for long (;. Excited to see waht happens next.

[TeenFan]

Good thing there is NO popcorn. I can imagine how many stains would end up on those shorts if the girls had buttery fingers.

[Trundle]

I think Stian was probably right about what the girls had planned for his dares if he went outside.

Surely he'll be much safer indoors watching the film. The girls wouldn't still be scheming to get the poor boy naked would they??

I sure hope they are!