<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b378/iugggcdoaop702z6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Courtney</span></span></strong></div></div>I learned long ago, to never question how Steffy's mind works. How did we get from sports lingo to a (friendly?) game of darts? Not even thinking about how. I just *giggle* at the absurdity of it all, while her fingers are still attached to my lips.<br/><br/>"Just as long as this seat is still available when we're done."<br/><br/>Now of course I've<strong><em>seen</em></strong>darts being played before, what in the sam hell is a Manchester board and ... have I ever played darts before? Steffy is hustling the others like I haven't but ... is it a hustle if I really haven't? I whisper back:<br/><br/><em>"Well that's easy, I honestly don't know if I have before."</em><br/><br/>But, playing up my undiagnosed experience might be fun anyways.<br/><br/>"I dunno ... this sounds like just another opportunity to poke fun at the Iowa girl." *pout* "But I s'pose if my comfy seat is going to play ...  I trail off, as I *wiggle* my tushy into her, "...I can give it try. No laughing though!" I say, in a mock warning as I point my finger around at all the girls.