"Tell me." Dad has given in. I can start seeing you again outside of school." That's wonderful!" And it was worth another hug and kiss."Get a room," C...arol yelled.Kirsten looked at him and said, "Shut up, asshole."Carol seemed taken aback, and wonder of wonders, he shut up.Kirsten snuggled back in beside me and said, "Dad wants Mom to talk to you first, though, so can you come over for lunch tomorrow?" I don't see why not. I'll double check with my mom." Great. I'm so glad things are starting to. Too slowly. For me, slowly fans the flames of stupid.Jen's feather-like touch and slow stroking served only to increase my desire for her. Any thought of Lynne and Dave, what they were doing or what they might think about what we were doing was dissolving away from my mind.I leaned slowly toward Jen. The flow of stupid was increasing and I wasn't smart enough to stop it. "Open your mouth Jen. Open you mouth." I reached out with my hand and gently pulled her head forward.Jen's full lips were. Afraid they were good enough to make it on the freshman football team. Afraid of the high school girls. Afraid of the high school guys. Afraid of the work their new teachers were preparing to pile on them. Afraid they would not be able to finish the work their new teachers were going to pile on them.Pretty much all hundred or so of the soon to be ninth grade boys were congregating outside of the school’s auditorium because that is where the introductory letter from their new coaches told them. Using my arm for support, we continued through the tunnel. The tunnel had a higher roof than the storeroom. The walls were slippery and slimy and pools of water gathered on the uneven surface of the rocky floor. We walked between the rail tracks moving to the side of them whenever our guards poked and prodded us out of the way. I didn’t have long to wait to see a couple of men struggle to push a fully laden crate on wheels towards the storeroom. Whatever was inside the crate, was concealed with.