Reluctantly I started to reach for my belt when I remembered I hadn’t put one on. However, BB thought I was going to take my pants off myself and stopped me.
“No-no-no!” he grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my fly region, “Get up on the changing table and we’ll take care of everything.”
“And be careful or you’ll break it with your lard ass.” Fish added.
“HEY!” I growled, turned, and punched Fish right in the left pectoral muscle.
“Oh don’t be mean to the poor little thing!” BB said to Fish.
“LITTLE!” I seethed!
“And stop being so embarrassed!” Fish ordered as he walked up and messed my hair with both hands, “Yah little scamp!”
I pushed him off while nervously laughing and began to climb up on the changing station. I’m not as tall as my two friends are, but I’m big enough that the changing table groaned under my weight.
