There was no mistaking Phil and there was no mistaking my car. Nope. This was 1977, at least for the moment. I drove back to my parents house. Since m...y birth, my family had lived on the same property on the river. In 1977, the house was a rambling ranch style house that had been added onto as my parent's family had grown. I was the youngest of 4 kids and the only one living at home right now. My room was located at the opposite end of the house from my parents. I really didn't need to see them. If you hiked far enough, you came to a pristine lake, a jewel resting in the folds of the mountain. They had picnicked there often.He was standing next to his car as she pulled in to the trail head. There were no other cars there. Not on a Thursday afternoon. The trail belonged to them, and she got even more nervous, realizing that there probably wasn't another human around for at least ten miles. In a forest like this, no one could hear her scream.Her greeting "Hi," was tenuous at best. The. She persuaded most of our friends before she set to work on me. I was lying in bed after an interesting evening when she told me. ‘Matt?’ ‘Yes, Janie.’ ‘You know most of our friends are going to be in town in a couple of weeks?’ ‘Yes?’ I didn’t know what Janie was after. ‘Some of us have decided to make it an event. You know that Mr. Thomas has that clearing in the woods?’ ‘Yes. We used to go there on our bicycles when we were kids. It was a long haul uphill and a trek through the trees. I. “Hello.”“Did I interrupt anything?” Mr. Wolfe’s calm, demanding voice said over the phone.Her eyes widened. “Ah, no sir, not yet anyway,” she giggled. “Good. I know you are turned on from the action tonight, however, you are not to pleasure yourself. I am trusting you Lita. I am trusting you to be honest with me and obey my request. If you do, you will be rewarded. Do you understand?”Lita pondered a second. She had never been so horny. She knew she would not be able to rest with the buring.