I had seen those breasts before. They could only belong to the lovely Jill. Afterall, who else has the body to pull off a thong and backless chaps? After staring at her scantily clad body for what seemed like an eternity, I finally snapped back to my senses and let her in. I grabbed a strand of beads, and slipped them around her neck. "Welcome ta N'Orleans sugah." (Ok, so my cajun accent sucks...) "Tit for tat...and trust me, you deserve a lot of tat for what you've stuffed into that bikini top." After "leiing" Jilly New Orleans style, I turned on the stereo. I was delighted to hear that my new speakers worked great, and we were soon surrounded by brassy Bourbon Street jazz. I had my music, Jilly had apparantly found the Sangria, and the party hadn't even begun yet. I was beginning to wonder where the rest of my guests were when the front door was flung open...

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