And I need to know,” a slight hesitation, “Do you know anyone who dyes her hair?” I asked.People in the country know how many times you spit, wh...ether you use tampons or pads, or if you like onions. No secrets in the country. So, I knew that Janie’s mom, Mrs. Ferguson ... brightened her tresses. But I couldn’t jump in and accuse her ... ya know?There were a couple of umh’s and a hem or three, if the phone wasn’t in the way I suppose I could see her squirm.“Why? Were you thinking of doing it?”. Let’s just say I enjoyed it and think it could be even better. But it’s also the wrong thing to do right now. Let’s see what happens Senior year, OK?”A year would let her date and perhaps find a boyfriend. Jennifer and I were already planning for Senior year and beyond. Having Kathy as a friend seemed the right thing to do. I wasn’t going to lead her on, but I wasn’t going to push her away.“To be honest, I want you to do it with me tonight, but I also want to be your friend. Maybe there’s. I was pretty excited about this, as it was a decent standard. The downside was that they played on Saturdays, so I'd have to give up the supermarket job. The upside was that they'd pay me what they called "expenses" which amounted to a tiny bit more than what I got for Saturdays. I said yes, before I even told Paula. She was a bit upset, but of course we still had our school fun, and Sundays were often free. I had my birthday in September, and started driving lessons, the day before she passed. His sobs got louder but I was determind to make them stop. I pulled him to my arms and soothed the perfect boy. He looked up through his thik lashes with those big green eyes and whisperd."I love you Hazzy" before planting a deep firm kiss on my lips. I was soon hungrily making out with the boy of my dreams, his hands running all over my body cressing my skin, he left a burning trail as his hands moved down to the waistband of my boxers. I thought I'd blow my load right there but I kept it in.