“Let’s go to the bedroom,” replied mom as she got up. Dad and I followed her. My legs were trembling at the thought of what was to come.In my pa...rents’ bedroom there was a large king-size bed in the centre with a study table by the window and an armchair similar to my dad’s favourite chair that was in the living room.Dad sat himself in the armchair with his newspaper.“Now, you and mom just do your stuff whilst I read my paper just like we used to do in the living room” he said. “I can also watch. After the game the boys went back to their locker room and handed out the match ball to the player of the game and so on. Now usually the high schools cheerleaders didn't cheer for soccer but since it was such a big game the whole squad was there. After the match the cheer coach stormed into the locker room with one of the finest cheerleaders on the squad, she was just a freshman too. She had wonderful feet that were just a little wide that could give excellent foot jobs. Her legs were strong. I'm sort of a sucker for that.Actually, this part sort of stirred me up a little. I told him we could kiss and I would even let him even feel me up. It stirred me b/c I would be his first feel ever. It’s not like I have bazookas in my bra or anything but there’s enough for a zit-faced virgin college guy to get his jollies.But, he couldnt even feel me up right. He touched with his finger tips etc so I took his hand and cupped it and put it on my boob (blouse) and then pressed his fingers. It was. Inside the closed hover, the smell of the carnage outside was shut out. Walter detected a faint smell of something else. Antiseptic and…perfume! Taking the medical bag from the rack, he took out the small plastic bottle of antiseptic. The seal was broken. Checking the trash receptacle he found only an empty trash bag. Looking back at the table, he noticed something hanging from the corner. On closer inspection, he found a single, meter long, black hair wedged in the crack in the corner. He.