I should probably go," Marcy softly stammered, clearly flustered. "Yeah, ok," Paul replied, still refusing to look directly at her. "Can I... Do you w...ant me to do anything?" Marcy asked, knowing it was a stupid question the instant she heard herself say it. "No. No, I think I'll just stay out her for a little while," Paul dismissed her, valiantly trying to disguise the fact that he was utterly mortified. "Okay," Marcy softly agreed. She took two steps back towards the house before pausing.. .but we chatted for hours.Out of the domineering role he played he was gentle caring and just very special.I of course couldn't tell him this ,I kept theses thoughts to myself ,I was so scared that he wouldn't want me if I told him .It was obvious we wanted different things when he told me he wanted to play with other people as well,and he wanted to do that with me.....I was gutted!i thought I had for filled everything that a man could wantb,I thought I would be enough.My head was all over the. Yet at times become tarnished by the arrival of another curvy beauty of over ample proportions in line with her own. It was a bit disappointing to think that she might be required to share her title as the center of attraction with this quickly growing small ensemble of three other women captivated by her impresario's easy promises of fame and notoriety. Ones that vied in a near to equal robustness to her own bodice and hips. But she felt confident of herself in turning the heads of any likely. (Billy looks around) ly ‘ Ooh Jeeeez, I. . . Oh man. I feel it too! ‘I’m gettin’ outta here.’ ‘D. . . D. . . d. . . don’t you leave me now, Billy Cramer, or you ain’t my best buddy no more.’ ‘Well what’re we gonna do?’ ‘Like I said, we gotta go get us some matches and light the candle again, then maybe say a prayer er sumthin’, then get the heck outta here.’ ‘All right, let’s go.’ The two boys back up slowly, stopping to genuflect , easing out thru the curtain, then running headlong. Mark looks.