"My hands are busy!" she grinned evilly.
"I know. If they found every male on campus dead tomorrow morning, you'd be the only probable suspect."
"Why?"
"They'd all have your fingerprints on them."
"So what do you suggest I do with my hands-besides twisting your neck off for that crack?"
"You'll get a lot farther in life if you just keep 'em clenched up in your pockets," said Travis. "But since that would be asking the impossible, why don't you put 'em to a good use?"
"Such as?"
"Such as giving good old Frank a liberal education."
"I like the way he gives his wife away at every opportunity," interjected Jeannie.
"Nonsense. We'll be working as a team. While she's putting Frank through his paces, I'll be teaching Mona the intricacies of s*x that my little Southern belle here could ne
