I wondered if she thought the same of me in my uniform. What if she liked what she saw? Wishful thinking.“Hey, Jake, you want to put on a scary film...?” She perked up.“Urm sure.... but won’t you get all scared?” I replied, smiling at her.“You can protect me can’t you?” She sat up facing me, her gorgeous smile and eyes penetrating me.“Sure thing” I smiled. Sure enough she stood up, turned the light out and put on a new horror film dad bought. It was crap if I’m honest, but I wasn’t really. I didn't feel that we were exactly kindred spirits. And, eventually, when I opened up to her about the thing with Roy -- the peephole thing -- she just about started bouncing off the walls! She was determined to report Roy's conduct to our parents, and I had to just scream at her, and to keep insisting on the confidentiality of our sessions -- something that she had always promised me." She probably saw Roy as some sort of predator," Kim said. "After all, he was a little older." He was only. He starts to strip down to his shorts and joins me in the pool. We sit there and chit-chat about his day and the weather and all of that other fun crap. I turn to place my beer on the deck. When I turn around, he’s right in front of me; an inch away from my nose. He puts his arms around me and starts to pull at my bikini top and says in a deep, husky voice, “You won’t be needing this”. As he unties my top, he trails feather-light kisses down my neck. When he reached my collar-bone, he pulls at. "You're jealous!" I am," I admitted."Of a boy I've never even met," she pointed out."But I know you will meet him," I said."How about this," she suggested. "How about when I find that boy, I bring him to you for your approval? I won't put a condom on a boy until you approve him." You'll die a virgin," I sighed.She giggled."I don't think so."Such an innocuous, common phrase. You hear it all the time. It merely expresses mild disagreement with a concept. "I don't think so." We hear it so often.