We're the only ones here." His fingertips grazed the bottom of my ass. I bit my lip. But he seemed to be watching the movie. I snuggled my face into h...is warm thigh. "Ummmm, I'm thirsty." "That's just the alcohol talking. You've had plenty." his fingers gripped the part of my ass that wasn't covered by the boy shorts."W-what are you doing?" Just checking something." His other hand was stroking up and down the back of my neck. I shivered. Suddenly, he pushed me up. "Get off me." I jumped up,. In. Now.’ ‘But—,’ he started. ‘Now!’ she yelled, shooting him a glance of warning, one pleading with him and he understood that Jacob wouldn’t harm a hair on her head. ‘Logan what the fuck are you doing?!’ he screamed at her. She looked at him, a mix of anger, pitty and annoyance in her eyes. ‘Jacob don’t even start that with me! I can do whatever the hell I want!’ ‘Look damn it! You’ve led a relatively sheltered life here and I’ll be damned if I watch you throw your life away on the first. .. and you stopped in time."She pressed the button again and I heard squealing tires. Evidently ... the gate closed."What do I say to the cops?" I stuck my thumb over my shoulder."Shit!" Wendy exclaimed, "Stay in the car ... I'll handle it."I listened through the window."What do you know ... Miss Valmaat ... in Mrs. Valmaat's WRC Citroen ... and David Valmaat driving. This must be my lucky day." You know we never exceeded 54 miles per hour." Wendy explained. You can check the black box." Yes,. These good-hostess actions were natural on my part. I didn't want them drunk and it wasn't my beer but this is what I'm "supposed" to do so I didn't really think about it. Everyone needed beers all around. As I was getting up to get them, Tom commented that the game was kinda dull since we weren't playing for money. Rod agreed but reminded him that we didn't have any money or anything to play for.Tom suggested we play for clothes - good old-fashioned strip poker. I was in the kitchen at this.