My eyes could see that Helen was a beautiful young woman but no other part of me was remotely interested in her or any woman. Jennifer still had a str...ong hold of my heart whilst Kate took everything left.The first year I was at involved with the team was a real learning curve for everyone concerned. Helen and I had to learn to work together, I needed to realise that thirteen year old girls could not do what I was used to and the girls had to learn how to trust us, me in particular. Midway. "So what," I said."And he's kind of standing right behind you," she continued. I turned around and looked up at him.He was pissed. I smiled and handed him a beer. He glared at me and then popped the top off of it by wedging the edge of the cap against a table top and then pounding it with a ham-like hand. He swigged the beer and then burped loudly. He drained the entire beer in two gulps, each with a resounding burp that obviously impressed his friends."Why're yuh hanging around my girl?" he. ‘But how? How do you know?’She ran up to me and fell on my chest and cried. I was completely confused. She led me to her bed and took out a photograph from under her pillow and put it in my hand. It was one of my belongings I left in that house. It was my family photo. All were there: my father, mother, elder sister, younger sister and I.‘How do you come to know us? Who are you?’ I wondered.She pointed her finger at my mother in the photograph. And the photograph slipped off my hand. I was. She even made me lift my legs, first one, then the other, to make sure she didn’t miss anything, the lewd display that I made this way not helping to dampen of arousal. Then she was done with the razor and I felt the warm washcloth once again. “There, smooth like a baby,” she declared with a grin and gently blew over my freshly shaven mound. “Let’s see that the skin doesn’t get irritated.” She picked up a plastic bottle and put whatever it was on her hand, then began to rub it onto my skin. It.