She would let me sit with her at lunch and told everyone I was her friend. She never said boyfriend in front of her friends. I didn’t question her b...ecause everything we did at her house was a secret. I may have been a bit disappointed but I certainly was not going to jeopardize the good thing I had going with her and her mother by making an issue of it.Then there came the day Ellen said I could still be her friend but I could not be her boyfriend anymore. I was crushed and managed to pout and. There were about 50 or so students that showed and most were the school jocks and ladies man types and honestly, I didn't fit in at all!After everyone was set up in these tents we put our stuff inside and we had 15 boys in my tent. All of them were jocks from the football team and I figured that no one would even talk to me much less socialize at all. We all went to the center of the camp where a fire was going and it was starting to get dark. We ate some hot dogs, etc. and three of the jocks. "We're okay, babygirl," Linda shouted trying to calm her child. But,she was not completely convinced.Across the street at the edge of the sidewalk, a photographer clickedaway taking pictures of the two barely clothed sexpots. He laughed athis good fortune. He'd been on his lunch break from the local newspaperwhen he stumbled upon the chaos generated by the busty pair wearingminuscule tops stretched unbelievably across their mammoth breasts andsporting high-heels and outrageously short. Casey’s husband had died about six months before my wife, Mary passed away.“Busted!”, I admitted. “I guess it’s been too long since I’ve seen a beautiful woman in the flesh.”“You should get out more. Meet new friends. I personally know that there are several women right in our sub-division who would love to get to know you. You know that women tell each other everything.”I told Casey, “I’d love to do just that, but I don’t know how to start.”She replied, “The question isn’t can you start;.