She was once again in a skirt this time with a light blue sweater on top. The sweater showed off her boobs and I fantasized about seeing and touching ...them. I wondered if she would let me. After school I waited for her to get off the bus and we walked down the street together toward our homes. We talked about some of the k**s at school and then went into her house. Susan got us some soda and we sat at the kitchen table. I had a lot of questions and decided to ask some, “I. I had to view these sites secretly as my wife was dead a against porn, and said she would leave me if she found I was looking, and being her best friend, Julie new this!Well Mark, she said with sadistic pleasure, what have we got here. Who’s been a pervy boy, she laughed. I went red with embarrassment, and asked her to give me my laptop back. Not so fast she said, what’s it worth? I asked her what she meant, and she said that unless I started to be nice to her, she would show my wife what I had. But it sure didn't seem likely. For one thing, the club had been almost injury-free for the whole season to date. This kind of good fortune was almost unheard of, and when it happened to a club, it contributed enormously to a successful season.We had five and a half games on the Red Sox, and the Bronx Bombers were bombing as if they were still owned by CBS, instead of by The Boss. The Yankees' failures weren't Joe Torre's fault, although the writers were starting to suggest that he'd soon have. I attempted to follow suit, but my grasp of the twist was somewhat limited so I just faked it as best I could and tried to copy her. The next half dozen songs were all oldies that I had heard most of my life but never understood. Mom danced to them with gleeful abandon and I found myself caught up in her enthusiasm. I watched her as she hopped and slid across the floor, spun her as we danced hand in hand to some songs, tried to follow her moves as we danced the fruge, the jerk and something.