Lexa smiled as Marc drew Gabi’s name from the hat.  “Guess that leaves me and you,” she glanced over at Timmy, who had been so quiet, Lexa had barely noticed that he came into the room.  Her eyes crawled over his body, her smile slow and appreciative as she looked him over.  How she had missed him, Lexa would never know.  Timmy was definitely her kind of man – good looking, very tall, and well-built.  And she couldn’t help but wonder if what they said about big feet was true with Timmy, whose feet, in Lexa’s opinion, were enormous.<br/><br/>“Our leader says I’m supposed to tackle you,” Lexa smirked as she crossed the room towards the overstuffed chair Timmy was sitting on.  “I’m not much of a football player, though… so maybe this will work  a litte better.”  She slid the hem of her skirt up to the middle of her thigh and climbed on top of Timmy’s lap, her legs straddling his thighs.  Her hands ran up Timmy’s chest, underneath his denim overshirt and over the white t-shirt he wore, feeling his muscular chest.  Lexa cocked her eyebrow and smiled flirtatiously at Timmy before leaning in to whisper into his ear, “Take your shirt off… stay awhile…” Her breath was hot against his neck, and her tongue flicked across his earlobe and her lips kissed at his neck.<br/>