.." I know, honey." She put her arms around him. "Does this ring a bell: Once upon a time, there was a shy girl who lived on Parsons Street. When she ...was a sophomore in high school, a boy started calling on her. He was a senior and drove a '73 Camaro that was too fast and too pretty for her daddy's liking. His hair was too long and he didn't say 'sir' or 'ma'am' and his grades weren't very good. The first time he came to pick her up, the girl's father was cleaning his .30-06 in the living room.. Sandra lived about 3 miles away, and the only transport I had was my bike, so I used to cycle over to her parents' house to see her. As we had finished our exams, we didn't have to attend school every day, and on this day I got my cycle out and rode over to see Sandra, and maybe go to the park and play tennis.However, when I got there the only person in was Karen, apparently Sandra had been press-ganged into helping her Mum with her younger brothers, and had gone off with her Mum and the two. .. just holler. This is your birthday, Soph--anyone gives you serious shit, they are so out of here, got it?" Got it."They went out and grabbed the loveseat where Sophia usually held court during Jessie's parties."So", Warren asked, "What am I going to be up against?" Don't worry, dear heart," smiled Sophia. "There will be some people that give us shit. Now, there are some people who I don't care if they give us shit or not. Some people I do. You'll be able to tell the difference. Just go with. The aliens had an enormous bite strength, the bones of Earth animals barely slowed them down in their endless pursuit of sustenance. Dennis sat beside her, eating a more modest portion of the jerked moose meat. The light, gossamer fabric that constituted her clothing, immodest at the best of times, was at breaking point. The flesh of her soft, heavy breasts protruded over the straps that strained to hold them aloft, and her ass was becoming more than her clothes could contain, he could.