"Hey, June," said Tom abruptly. "You got an old blanket, and a bottle of wine? You know ..." he grinned at her. "a jug of wine, and thou ... and a hank of blanket?"
They all laughed, knowing something had come into Tom's mind ... something that would be fun. They had all begun to get the urge for more action.
"Sure I have. Why?" June asked, clapping her hands together. She still watched Tom's smooth, lithe body, taking in the narrow hips, strong broad shoulders. Yes, she wished that they'd come to know each other sooner, too.
But she was looking at Len with more and more curiosity. He wasn't quite as tall as Tom but he was a real jock and loaded with some very hard muscle. She was fascinated by the way his biceps swelled and wriggled under the smooth skin of his upper arms
