Let’s call her Jill. It had been a tough day for Jill because among the group of friends was a guy (let’s name him Brad), someone she loved very d...eeply but who wouldn’t even talk to her due to a huge fight that had occurred between them a few days ago. During sunset, she had finally gathered the courage to talk to him and explain herself. The spot where they stood couldn’t have been more beautiful. A vast lake in front of them, green grass behind and they walked together on sand as she tried. She didn’t want to have to spend too much time stuck at home with Amanda, and it meant she could have a lot of time with her father.There in Martin’s class, Debby kept crossing and uncrossing her legs as she sat in front, hoping he would catch a look at the skimpy lace panties she had on. She looked around the room and assessed the other girls in class. She knew she looked as good as any of them, if not better. It made Debby smile with satisfaction to see how her father’s eyes were constantly. Large busted (maybe a 34C) and tall at about five foot-eight or so. She was built like a dancer. Oliver however saw her grinturn wicked, and knew she wasn't here to dance anything but the dance ofdeath.Just as soon as the lead gang banger took his first step, she was gone ina flash. Literally. She moved so fast that the three men seemed to dropon their own accord. It was over. Oliver didn't know what she had done tothem...he thought maybe she knocked them over the head. Not killing themthough.. In fact, I couldn't even remember being in their room the entire time I grew up. I stood at the top of the stairs frozen, not knowing what to do. On the surface, nothing was wrong or out of place, but I had this uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something just felt off, I don't know how to verbalize it beyond that feeling. I called out for Mike one more time. There was no answer. I didn't expect an answer but at the same time I hoped to hear his familiar 'yeah' calling out from my room..