And I just turned eighteen ... and no, sir ... you was right to slap me like you did. I was 'bout to start scream'en and you knocked some sense back i...n'da me." "'Sides" she went on, "you killed them heathens that killed my Pa, so if that were the cost, I consider it a bargain." Spunky little thing" I thought to myself.Maybe that's why I wasn't completely taken aback when she continued and said "But I'll tell you one thing for sure, Mister. I ain't no kid! I'll hold my own when you take me to. "It's still winter up there." Yeah, I suppose you're right," he agreed, pulling on the jeans. "Doesn't matter, I guess. We need to pack to stay overnight, so I can throw in a lighter shirt just on general principles."It took them a while longer than usual to get around, since they were just getting home from several days away. They consolidated things from two small suitcases into one, threw in some spare clothes, and headed downstairs. "It's late enough that we might as well eat here before we. " Grumbling, he sat up. Then insulted her by yanking down the front of her shirt and calling her "Cunt."She grimaced. "Please don't call me that. I'm not a tease, and I'm not a cunt." She yanked up the shirt and bared her chest again. There were no hickeys there. She peeled the top off over her head and wiggled out of her bra."Better?" she asked defiantly. She had never been topless before with a boy.Brian eyed her admiringly. "I love your tiny breasts." Gee, thanks," she muttered. "How did we. After the club the 4 of us (me, Jon and his 2 friends, Ash (another black guy) and mike (white guy) went out clubbing. We got quite wasted, it was really good fun. I was totally drunk and the 3 of them were trying to get me to come back to their place. I just jumped into a cab and went home on my own!Next day it was Saturday, so we all went out again, and some of my friends were there too. I must say I was looking really sexy for sure. I was wearing a very tight short white skirt. White thongs.