“Okay, scardie cats!” Carmen says, wrapping a black cloth around her eyes.

She sits in the chair, waiting.

Carmen feels someone’s shy hand on her shoulder and knows immediately it’s “Tina.”

“How!?” Tina says.

“Experience baby, experience.  Ha. You’re touch was too shy and nervous.”

Tina shakes her head and sits down. Next, Carmen feels a hand on her hair, gently moving her hair to the right side of her face.

“Papi, you think you can fool me just cause Shane’s a stylist, you always did suck at this game.”

Papi grunts and sits back down defeated, not once did Papi beat Carmen in this game.

Next, Carmen hears steps coming towards her, yet no touch. For a second Carmen thinks it might be Shane until… she feels a pair of hands go directly to grab her chest, Carmen rolls her eyes behind the blind fold.

“Alice that’s my wife!”

“I can’t help the fact she has suck good pair of jugs!”

“Let go of her breasts!”

“Fine fine, you know sharing is caring.”

Carmen laughs, taking off the blind fold, “Who’s next? Shane, c’mon.”

“No way, I don’t trust you guys.”

“C’mon for me pwease.”

“Fine,” Shane grabs the blind fold and sits in the chair. Shane sits quietly hearing muffled mutters.

Finally, Shane feels a pair of soft lips kissing her neck, “Carmen.”

“Close but no sexy” Max says, as the group erupts with laughter.

Shane gets up, with a pout and sits back, “I told you I didn’t trust them.

“Oh oh! I’m next!” Alice says, eagerly grabbing the blind fold, placing it, and sitting down. She spreads her arm and legs, “Do to me as you wish.” She says in a dramatic voice.

The rest of the night goes by, with a couple bears, and funny touches, some shy like Tasha and Alice’s.

They all leave heading to their respective homes.

Carmen, and Shane go home and get to bed, tired from the days fun. Sleeping blissfully.

Random question:  Okay, this isn’t going to be about lword anymore cuz, I only had that one Question. So I’ll  make it about my fics… How do u guys feel about a Sharmen fic that follows the 28 days/week later plot. I promise I won’t make it super cheesy or anything, I actually want to take it seriously and make it into a thriller. I read “the Z word” and just couldn’t get the idea out of my head.