Poor Penelope Pickle-tits, Pt. 06

Marcy's jaw dropped, and she stared at me dumbfounded. Her eyes were as wide as Julia Roberts' mouth while trying to eat a banana sideways, and she could scarcely believe her ears.

"Oh Jack!" she exclaimed, as she clasped her hands together joyfully. "That would be the most thoughtful thing that anyone has ever done for me, thank you!"

"You're welcome," I replied, "but there will still be some backup just in case you get a little overwhelmed."

"There will?" she inquired. "Who?"

"Penny and me." I said with a smile. "I'll be wearing clothes, but you two will be completely nude except for your shoes. We'll go in the opposite direction so we aren't together, but still close enough to meet up with you, if it gets to be too much too soon."

"It won't be!" Marcy asserted. "I'm going to love it!"

"Good!" I exclaimed. "Um, Marcy... I'd like to offer you something if you'd like to hear it."

"What's that, Master?" she asked curiously.

"Well, you've seen all of the potential encounters I'm going to have in the near and possibly long term future," I explained, "so I was wondering if you would like to be our house mouse."

"Wow!" Penny said with a smile. "Taking me to the mall totally nude on my first day! Then, this whole 'house mouse' thing with Marcy; I'm getting excited about finding my true inner sexual self, Jack. This is going to be awesome!"

"It is!" Marcy agreed enthusiastically. "Oh Master and Lady; I am so excited to share all of this with you! And I can't wait to be nude in the mall all by myself! I'll hardly be able to sleep between now and then!"

"I'm excited at the thought of seeing the both of you nude in public for the first time." I admitted. "Walking around the mall without any clothes on... yummy! It'll be good practice for you too, Penny. So that when you go back to work, you'll be used to interacting with people while being fully nude."

"Can't wait!" she bubbled. "I'll be sooo horny, Jack! I'll come home from work every day, begging for your cock in my aching cunt. I want you to fuck the life back into this lady's body, Jack. I want you to make me your primary whore."

"Done!" I agreed. "And I can't wait either! You know, I think we should host a nude block party once a month from here on out. What do you think, Ladies?"

"Oh, I like that idea!" Penny concurred, as Marcy nodded in agreement as well. "You know, as weird as this sounds, I can't believe how fast I've gone from being ashamed of my body, to actually wanting to flaunt it; flaws and all."

"They aren't flaws." I opined. "They are gorgeous differences that I absolutely adore!"

Penny smiled lovingly.

"I'm glad you like them." she said quietly. "That's what has given me the strength to expose my body like this. I love the feeling, Jack! I love how I feel when I walk around like this. I love the desire it puts into my body.

"All of my adult life, after I dropped the weight and ended up with what I always saw as gross, empty, stretch-marked and atrophied tits, you came along and basically worshiped them. No one has ever made me feel as special as you have. No one has ever found what I considered to be faults in myself, to be positive attributes in someone else' eyes, before. You make me feel both needed and special the same time, and I love you for it." she concluded.

"I love you too!" I admitted. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you and Marcy. It will be a fantasy come true!"

"Hey there!" Dawn piped up, as she came walking up unsteadily, with Martha doing her best to keep her upright. "Fuck am I stoned! Holy shit, Jack! I could do this all the time! This is fucking great!"

"I was just discussing the idea of hosting one of these every month, with Penny." I offered. "What do you think?"

"I love the idea!" she exclaimed.

"That's 3 for 3 so far." I said with a smile. "I'll bring it up later on, once everyone starts showing up for the fire. Speaking of which, we need to grab the papers and set everything up. If you two help us out, I think we get all of them in just a single trip; two at the most."

"Um, none of my business," Martha observed, "but why are there always so many papers left over? I mean, I've watched you before, and sometimes it takes you a few hours to burn everything up."

"You watched me?" I inquired. "Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot. You copped to spying on me earlier. I didn't realize that included my bonfires too. Well, the reason is really pretty simple. Ever since the Damnpanic, a lot of people never took the paper again. It was like they could still get cooties off of it or something, even though those cooties never existed. Fucking stupid. So now, I have like a couple thousand papers extra, each week now. I'm literally being paid for papers I can't put out."

"Isn't that dishonest?" Marcy inquired innocently.

"Maybe," I acknowledged, "but since we're all underpaid, I consider it more like tipping. I've been doing this for sixteen years, and we've never gotten a raise. Still only getting seven cents apiece. Everyone else is paying nine. That may not sound like much, but with the ninety-five hundred that I put out every week in two and a half days, that would be an extra hundred and ninety bucks a week. So... that's what, an extra seven hundred and sixty bucks a month.

"Anyway, it's not a secret; at least between me and my supervisor. I told him about this several years ago, and openly told him I'm burning what I have left every week. He knows we're all getting fucked over, so he isn't going to nark on me to the owner. He just shrugged his shoulders, like when I told him what I was doing to some asshole who complained he wasn't getting a paper."

"What happened?" Dawn inquired with a giggle, as she reached out and gently squeezed my dick. "I know how you are about payback!"

"Well, there was this prick who complained he wasn't getting a paper." I explained, as she began to play with me right in front of Penny. "But he wouldn't say where he lived, except that it was on a cul-de-sac. Well, there are a shitload of cul-de-sacs in that community. I hate those fucking things! These fucktards pull straight in and block the entire thing. So I had no clue which one was the problem. Then, he finally gave a street name. So the next week I checked, and that circle had all of the mailboxes almost two feet too low. The cheap bastards kept reusing the rotted off posts.

"Anyway, I made sure I threw one to each one of those assholes. Then came another complaint. Said he still wasn't getting a paper, and hadn't for over a year. So, to make a short story long, someone had turned the street signs on every post, so that they were backwards, and this stupid motherfucker didn't even know which road he actually lived on! I finally figured it out, and the reason he wasn't getting a paper is because the tube was filled with empty bottles. What a fucking prick!

"There's a crepe myrtle right behind it, so I deliberately throw the fucking thing right into the base of it every week now. Either he or one of his kids, has to crawl in there every week to get it. So I said to my supervisor, after telling him what I had done and why, 'What's he gonna do now? Call in and say he doesn't like the way I'm throwing the paper?' It's called malicious compliance."

"That is sooo you!" Dawn giggled. "The funniest part, is that you actually told him what you're doing."

"Honesty is the best policy." I replied. "When I fuck up, I tell him. Just like with my numbers. No one else has admitted it, and that put me at a high degree of respect, so he knows I burn these papers every Sunday morning. So, even if someone were to turn me in for it, he already knows. Does that make more sense to you now, Marcy?"

"It does." she said with a nod. "I learn so much from you! I can't wait for you to build the fire."

"Then let's all grab a couple bundles of papers each, and set everything up." I responded. "It's starting to get dark. Dawnie, may I have my dick back, please?"

"Okay," she replied, "but I reserve the right to hold it while you pee."

"Maybe you can aim it at me." Penny suggested.

I was very surprised by her proposal, but definitely up for it.

"Okay then." I replied. "You certainly seem to be loosening up. C'mon, if we all take three bundles each, I think we can do this in one trip."

I opened the car and took three bundles, and carried them to the fire pile, where a plastic pallet was laying on the ground about twenty feet away. I set my bundles down, and passed Penny and Marcy on the way back. Dawn had loaded up, and five bundles remained.

"Grab two." I said to Martha. "I'll get these three."

I cradled the bundles in my right arm and closed the car with the other. Upon returning, I set the papers down and smiled.

"That's only eight hundred and fifty this week." I said to Penny. "That will last for a couple of hours, unless someone brings over more stuff to burn like they promised. Marcy, do me a favor and go tell Hank that I'll start the fire in about fifteen minutes. He can announce it over the radio."

She nodded and departed. Another one of my neighbors, Tom, approached me.

"I have an idea about the fire." he said with a smile.

"Oh yeah?" I inquired. "What's that?"

"I'm into model rocketry," he explained, "and we set the rockets off with an electrical igniter. What if you get it set up, and I wire it? You can give some speech about the fire gods or something, and then on cue, I can push the button. It'll look it's starting by magic."

"That actually sounds pretty cool." I responded. "But it's newspaper. How will you get it to burn?"

"Oh, I'll put a little kerosene in the center." he replied. "It will ignite the vapors, and then the liquid. It should start like a candle flame in the middle, and then get bigger and brighter. It'll look cool."

"Okay." I agreed. "It might be fun."

Tom departed, and I popped the plastic band on one of the bundles. I took out a paper and opened it, and separated the pages into two sections, which I crumpled up and set on the mound of ash and charcoal powder. Hank's voice suddenly replaced the music with a message:

"The bonfire will start in about fifteen minutes." he informed everyone. "Anyone interested in pyromania, please report to Jack's house! I'm low on juice, so I'm off the air for the night, Folks!"

People began showing up with chairs and drinks, and Pete lugged the gas grill over to continue grilling burgers and dogs in the backyard. Tom, meanwhile, had returned with his ignition system, as I was draping opened papers around the pile of paper wads, and across the top. He had an empty tomato can filled with what I thought was kerosene, but would in fact, turn out to be something entirely different. He poured the fluid into the center of the papers, set the can inside and clipped a rocket igniter to it. He then ran the wire back to a position that was a good distance away, and fairly unobtrusive to anyone watching.

Light was fading fast, and I called out to everyone. There had to be close to thirty people in my backyard, so Lord only knows where the extras came from, but it was an open party.

"May I have your attention please?" I hollered over the chatter of a few excited people. "Thank you. Before I get this bonfire going, I want to announce that we are planning on hosting one of these parties every month, so if you're interested, lemme know. Well, at least in the warmer months!" I added with a laugh.

"I'm in!" someone hollered, followed by a few more.

"Good!" I exclaimed. "We'll make plans then. In the meantime, I have asked the mighty Norse god of fire, Logi, to please bless this event by lighting this fire with the magic of the forest. Logi, can you please make your presence known?"

There were a few giggles and snickers; until Tom turned the key on his ignition box. As I mentioned earlier, Tom had NOT used kerosene, but instead poured some stale gas from an old lawnmower into a rusty can. There was a terrifyingly loud "whump!" and in an instant, burning newspapers exploded outward in a rather spectacular fashion, fluttering to the ground and continuing to burn. A round of applause arose, and I looked at everyone.

"Well I guess Thor decided to drop by instead!" I managed to say. "That scared the fucking shit out of me!"

Most everyone burst out laughing, and I began opening more papers.

"I'll use a match this time." I said dramatically. "Tom, you're fired."

Five minutes later, I had the newspaper igloo rebuilt, and I lit it with a lighter as I typically do, with no ill results. I carefully laid more papers vertically around the burning cone until I had a decent fire going. Then I began to toss them around the base and over the top, gradually adding to the burning mound until it was clearly considered a legitimate bonfire.

"This must be the hottest news around!" I laughed. "All the news that's fit to burn!"

It usually takes an hour or so, before I can start throwing them on en mass, and at that point, they start to burn up a bundle at a time. A couple of people had dragged over a dozen pallets, so when the papers ran out, there was a very hot base to put them on. We started adding the oak pallets one at a time, and now, we truly had an impressive bonfire going!

"I'll go and get that furniture." someone called out. "With these pallets, it's more than enough to burn it all up. Anybody wanna give me a hand to put it on the trailer?"

"Yeah." I responded, as I caught up to him. "Marcy, you're in charge of the fire. The hose is turned on, so if anything happens, just douse it."

It turned out to be Frank, who lives three houses up. A few others joined us, as we headed to Frank's house.

"What kind of furniture is it?" I inquired.

"Some old shit that was Linda's mother's." he replied. "You'll see."

We got to his garage and my mouth dropped open. There were several pieces of antique furniture, including a Governor Winthrop desk and a nightstand that I immediately recognized. It was identical to the one in my Italian bedroom set!

"Dude!" I burst out. "You can't burn this stuff!"

"Why not?" he asked. "It's just junk."

"No it isn't!" I clarified. "This desk is solid mahogany, and it's worth a lot. If it's an original, it's from the 1700s. You need to photograph these things and talk to an antique dealer. That cherry sideboard is pretty valuable too, and I'd give you fifty bucks for this nightstand. I have the entire set, but only one nightstand. Now that Penny and Marcy are moving in, this one can go on the other side and be a perfect match."

"Hell, I was going to burn it anyway." he remarked. "It's yours. You really think this stuff is worth that much?"

"Yeah, I know it is." I answered. "I have my mother's Governor Winthrop desk, but it's a repro from the 1800s. I think this one is real, and that sideboard has to be worth a couple grand itself."

"Huh," he mused, "and to think I was just going to trash it."

"That's why they're so rare." I responded. "People inherit this stuff, and it either goes to yard sales or the dump. Pieces like this are getting harder and harder to find."

"Well, I certainly never expected to hear that." Frank admitted. "I'll take your advice. Worst case scenario, I bring it over for the next party."

"You won't." I promised. "Trust me. And thank you for the nightstand."

"No problem!" he answered enthusiastically. "It's the least I can do, if I was going to burn up a ton of money anyway. Besides, I have that old deck I tore down last month. We can burn that instead."

"When was it built?" I inquired.

"About twenty years ago, why?"

"Because it's pressure treated." I explained. "The old stuff was treated with arsenic, but if it's after 2000, it's safe to burn or use for raised beds. Hell, let's load it up instead, and toss it on."

Ten minutes later, the wood was stacked onto Frank's garden trailer, and he hooked it up to his lawn tractor. I opted to carry the treasured nightstand home directly, and took it into the house, before rejoining everyone at the fire. There were still ten pallets left, and with the added wood from the deck, we had plenty of fuel to last all night.

"About time for those fireworks, isn't it?" I asked of Pete, as he handed me a bottle of beer.

"You know it!" he replied enthusiastically. "Why do you think I brought you a beer?"

"Ha!" I laughed. "Let's go."

"We're going to start the fireworks now!" I called out. "Join us out in the street, or feel free to chill out here."

"I think I'll stay here." Martha responded. "I'm comfy."

"Okay." I laughed, as I checked my watch.

Then it hit me. The ringing in my ears suddenly increased, I began to tingle all over; like prickly heat, but cold instead. My head started swimming, and I knew I had to find a chair immediately, or go ass over teakettle to the ground. I staggered over to an empty folding chair and managed to sit down before everything went limp. My arms and legs felt like lead, and even trying move them was extremely uncomfortable.

"Hey Bud, you okay?" Pete asked in alarm.

I was beginning to sweat profusely, and I now understood what the hot pregnant chick had told me. Hell, I couldn't even remember her name now, and she was right; I couldn't move! My mouth was as dry as cotton, and I looked back at Pete.

"I don't think so," I replied, as I held the cold bottle against my right temple, "but I will be in a little bit. Better light those fireworks without me. I can't move, Dude."

"Do you need an ambulance?" he inquired.

"No, I ate one of Darlene's gummies." I explained. "I didn't realize how strong they are. I've apparently found out though. Marcy, tend the fire. I don't think Martha is going to be much help, either."

"Yes Master." she replied respectfully. "Do you need anything?"

"If you can wet a towel with cold water and bring it out, I'd appreciate it." I sighed. "Fuck! This isn't cool!"

I could feel beads of perspiration running down my forehead, the sides of my head, and pretty much everywhere else. Just as Sallee (I remembered her name now) had told me, it was dripping off of everything; my nose, chin, ears, fingers and even the end of my dick. Marcy nodded, and headed for the house. I looked at Penny and smiled weakly.

"Why don't you and Dawn go with Pete, and watch the fireworks from out front?' I suggested. "Marcy's getting me that towel, and Sallee said this would only last for around fifteen minutes or so. It's been five or ten already. I should be okay soon."

"Jack," Penny said gently, "you've been sitting there for less than a minute."

"Really?" I asked incredulously, as I checked my watch.

To my astonishment, the minute hand had barely moved!

"Fuuuck!" I exclaimed. "I still have fourteen more of these to go?!"

"I'll stay here with you." she said softly. "Dawn, do you mind?"

"Not at all!" Dawn said cheerily. "I'm drunk as a skunk, and I'll bump into someone else. Be back in a bit!"

"Have you learned your lesson?" Penny inquired, as Marcy returned with the wet towel, as well as a glass of delicious city tap water to help with the cotton mouth.

Marcy placed the cool, wet towel across the back of my neck, upper back and shoulders, and it helped to cool my temperature a bit and bring me down a notch. Not much, but it was a slight difference, and ANY difference right now was welcomed. I took a sip of water and sighed.

"I think so." I admitted. "I sure didn't do it on purpose though."

"Good thing you got the fire going before you crashed." Penny observed. "No one else would know how to burn those papers up like that. I'd have tried burning them like logs or something."

"It took me a while to learn how to do it." I said quietly, trying not to move too much. "It's a science. Say, what's up with Pete and them? Why are they taking so long?"

"Would you believe me if I told you it's only been another minute since the last time you checked your watch?" she responded.

"What?!" I demanded. "No way!"

I tilted my head, and stared at the luminous dial on my diver's watch. She was right, it had barely moved a sliver!

"Look at the moon." she instructed. "See where it is now, and then check it again when the fireworks are over."

I heard some excited chatter coming from the street, and then the muffled shot as the round detonated in the tube and sent the glowing shell into the air. I watched as it traveled upward for what seemed like fifteen seconds, but couldn't have been more than two. The shell exploded with vivid, sparkling streamers, and seemed to fill the entire sky.

It felt like I was watching everything in real time, but also seemed to drag on forever. In fact, the entire afternoon had felt like that; like almost an entire day had passed since the party first started. It reminded me of childhood time, when a school day felt like a whole 24 hour day instead of only six hours, or trips seemed to take forever. It was true; time really does speed up as we get older!

I continued sipping the water that Marcy had given me, and an hour or so later, Pete and the others returned. The fireworks had lasted much longer than I expected, and Pete came over to see how I was doing. I was finally beginning to feel a bit better and much steadier, and managed to stand up.

"Nice show!" I said warmly. "I thought you were only going to shoot off fifteen of them though."

"I did." Pete replied in a confused tone. "It's only been fifteen or twenty minutes since we left."

"What?" I burst out. "No fucking way! That show lasted an hour at least!"

"Check your watch." Penny said dryly. "I told you this was going to happen."

I did, and I was floored. It was only seventeen minutes since I had looked the last time, and there was no way. Someone HAD to have gotten to my watch without my knowing it, even though I knew it wasn't possible.

"It can't be!" I protested. "Somebody messed with my watch!"

"Look at the moon, Sweetie." she suggested. "Has it moved?"

I looked, and it hadn't. I shook my head.

"Well, you know nobody's messed with the moon." she added. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." I responded, as I gingerly stood up.

I was already beginning to feel more like myself, and I was surprised at how fast the negative effects were fading. There was no hangover or headache, and even though I still felt a bit woozy, it wasn't in a bad sort of way. Within five minutes, I was back at the fire with the beer in my hand, continuing as though nothing had happened.

Hank had shut down the music, since it was now after 9:00, and joined us.

"Battery's almost dead." he lamented. "I'll prolly need a jump start in the morning."

"Let's see if it'll fire up now." I suggested. "Get it in my driveway, and I put it on a charger for ya."

"Oh cool; thanks!" said brightly. "Man, this sure as shit; is fun as hell!"

"I was talking with my girlfriends about that." I responded. "We're going to start hosting one of these every month during nice weather. We'll never be able to duplicate the dispensary adding to the fun, but I think we can start a cool tradition, from here on out. Maybe someone else can donate their yard sometimes too. Move it around each time."

"Sounds sick!" he agreed, as he reached his car. "Hopefully, we won't have to push it."

To his surprise, the car fired up, and he smiled.

"That was lucky!" he sighed. "Say, you mentioned something about your girlfriends before. Dude, I ain't seen a chick at your house ever, I don't think, and now, I hear tell that TWO of them are moving in with you?! And Dawn's been talking to Suzy about turning her house into an extra bedroom... What the fuck am I missing?!"

"I'll fill you in when we get back to the fire." I promised. "Uh-oh."

"What is it?" Hank inquired, looking in the same direction. "Oh shit!"

A police cruiser had pulled up to the end of the street, and the two occupants were scoping the cars blocking the road. A quick "bwop-bwop!" via the power air horn grabbed everyone's attentions, and I decided to be the envoy, as I was closest, and also knew about half of the officers on the force. Several others wandered over in curiosity as well, so about a dozen of us reached the officers at the same time. We had all pretty much forgotten that we weren't wearing any clothes, so I was a bit surprised when one of them cleared his throat and spoke.

"Y'all forget your pants?" he inquired.

"Jack, is that you?" a female voice added.

"You know him?" the first officer asked incredulously.

"Yeah, that's Commissioner Dawson." she replied. "We ride together in the scooter club."

"I see." he responded. "Does he ride like that too?"

"Hi Deb." I addressed the female officer, as I raised my fist toward her in greeting.

She bumped it in return.

"So, I can think of three possible reasons you're here, unless you just stumbled upon the scene." I said to her. "Which one got your attention first?"

"We got a call for loud music, and on the way over, we saw the fireworks." Deb explained. "Then, we found the road illegally blocked."

"Ah." I replied, with a knowing nod. "We're having an impromptu block party."

"That's abundantly obvious." Officer Unfriendly retorted.

"I'll admit, the music was a bit loud, but we turned it off at Nine; per code." I explained.

"The fireworks?"

"Oh, someone had a couple of mortar shells from South Carolina." I bullshitted him. "I think they were coming from over yonder a couple streets over."

"I think it was more than a couple!" Unfriendly remarked. "We saw at least five of them go off, and they looked a hell of a lot bigger than some Tiger Tails. It looked like professional pyrotechnics."

"I don't know what to tell you, Brother." I replied. "They didn't look that impressive to me."

"Uh-huh. And what about these cars that are illegally blocking the road?!" he demanded. "Do you have an answer for that too?"

"Of course." I said with as straight of a face as I could muster. "They ran out of gas. Y'know, they got to bullshitting, and they both ran out."

"I think you're the one who's bullshitting" he said with a frown. "So, if we walk over there right now, both of those cars' fuel tanks are going to be empty, right?"

"Of course not." I continued. "Couple guys came over with different sized cans, so who knows how much is in them now."

"Then why are they still parked here?" he growled, now knowing full well that I was fucking with him.

"We forgot they were here." I explained, as the volley between us increased. "I'll let the owners know. Next time, I'll get some barriers to place out instead."

"Are you under the influence by any chance?"

"Of course. It's a party. Plenty of beer and wine. Besides, the dispensary over on Chestnut Avenue caught fire. Everyone who was downwind, caught a pretty heavy dose."

"Ha! Then you're under the influence in public."

"The area was barricaded."

"It's still in the public domain."

"Look you're the ones who blew the horn to draw us over here. We're here per your invitation."

Deb was hardly able to contain herself.

"Forget it Chris!" she laughed. "You aren't going to win. "He's been an auxiliary deputy longer than you've been in the Department, plus, he's an actor. He's heard 'em all, and has the attitude to counter anything you can throw at him."

"I see. Is that a bonfire, by any chance?" he inquired, looking at the flickering glow coming from my back yard.

A flurry of embers suddenly burst upward, as someone dropped another pallet on the fire, and I thought quickly.

"Actually, it's my Crock Pot." I explained. "I decided to try and make it cordless. Looks like it got a little out of hand. Glad I didn't try that one with the toaster, too. I should probably check on it. Look, we've got burgers and dogs on the grill, if y'all want to show as '8,' for ten or fifteen minutes."

"I could eat!" Deb agreed. "Come on, Chris. let's hang out for a while. Nothing's going on, anyway."

Chris shrugged.

"Okay." he concurred.

'I'll get the owners to move these temporary barricades for you." I offered facetiously.

"How courteous of you." Chris answered in kind. "Thank you."

"Hey!" I hollered loudly. "We need the vehicles at each end moved out of the way!"

A few minutes later, everything was taken care of, and two officers joined us by the fire. Pete came over to ask if anyone wanted anything to eat.

"Got burgers, cheeseburgers an' dogs." he stated. "Come on over, and I'll get y'all set up! There's some sort of sodas in the cooler, and some Dixie cups. No ice though. We just kind of threw this thing together as we went along."

"Cheeseburger sounds good to me!" Chris exclaimed. "You coming, Deb?"

"I'll be over in a minute!" she called back.

Penny and Marcy came over, and I made the introductions.

"Penny; Marcy; this is Deb. Deb, this is my gorgeous girlfriend, Penny, and our adorable mistress, Marcy."

Deb seemed surprised at the unusual introduction, but smiled and shook their hands.

"You're gonna have to get a sidecar now." she quipped. "Maybe get a set off ass-less chaps, too."

"Hey, that was pretty good!" I complimented her. "You know what? It just dawned on me, that I'm not wearing any clothes. I've gotten so used to it, that I honestly didn't notice. I would have mentioned it to you earlier. Everyone's having such a fine time, that we've decided to do it every month from here on out; temps permitting."

"Will there be an invitation list?" she inquired casually.

"Well, for now, it's pretty much everyone on the street," I responded, "but if someone wants to bring a friend or two, it's okay, as long as everyone brings something. If they start getting out of hand, we'll have to rein them in. Too many people will attract illicit activity, I'm sure. But for now, if you'd like an invite, you have one. I'll email you when the next one will be."

"Sounds good." she said with a smile. "Let me go grab a burger. I'll be right back."

"Hey there!" Susan said with a smile, as she came over to me. "Since the music is gone, is it okay if I hook my phone up to Bluetooth speakers so we can have some entertainment?"

"Sure." I replied. "Just keep the volume down, okay? Let me grab an ext- oh shit! I forgot about Hank's car. Let's find him, and I'll get two."

I grabbed a couple of extension cords - along with the battery charger - out of the garage, and plugged the two cords in.

"Now we're cooking with gas!" I exclaimed. "Hank, you take this one out to the car. C'mon Susan, let's get some tunes cranking!"

The atmosphere picked back up, as Susan was now the official DJ; taking requests while we all increasingly found ourselves moving to the music, as many people were on there second or third gummy, plus beer and wine. Deb and Chris had finished their food, and someone hollered for YMCA.

"Ha!" Deb called out. "I'll be the cop. Since Jack is getting a set of ass-less chaps, he can be the biker guy."

"I'm not getting ass-less chaps!" I hollered back. "But I'll be the biker. Pete's wearing a fishing hat, so he can be the cowboy. Ted's a hunter, so he must have some camo BDUs to be the soldier. Bob's a big guy. He can be the construction worker. Now, if only we had an Indian."

"Hello, Mister Jack!" Raj Patel, one our neighbors on the upper end of the street called out. "My wife and I are Indian."

"I was looking more for the feathered kind," I replied, "but it's all in good fun anyway. Okay Maestro; hit it!"

We began dancing to the music; spelling out the letters with our arms and having a blast.

"Hey, look!" I called out. "It's the Bonfire of the Nudities!"

We all continued dancing around for a few minutes, before Deb and Chris' radios beeped.

"Charlie Six, do you copy?"

"Hold it!" I hollered. "Cut the music!"

Everyone quieted down, and Chris answered.

"Go ahead, Dispatch!"

"There's a two vehicle 10-50 at Randall and Pickford. Handle the '53, would you?"

"10-4, Dispatch. We're on the way."

"Gotta run!" Deb said, as they turned to leave. "Thanks for the invite. Great food. And I'll be checking my email, Jack. Out for now!"

Susan unmuted the phone, and once again, we started dancing around to the music. One by one, couples began getting a little frisky in front of everyone, and soon, a few guys were getting blowjobs by the fire, someone had his wife bent over one of my raised beds, and several guys were jerking off in front of others; mostly pregnant Sallee. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who found her pregnant, nude body arousing. I was having the time of my life, and the evening was nowhere near over yet!